| Lyrics: | Method Man]You and I, 'til the day we die.. (day we die..)
Yo, yo Ex-girlfriend, how you
been? I see you still
tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when
I first met you
in my cousin's house, a week later
we was fuckin on your momma couch, now it's been
said
that big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie
Look you in the eye, sayin you
they only
You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never
leave me lonely, fly tenderoni
but you phony
Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I
turn my back you try to
fuck my homies, that was then
this is now I got a new friend, ever since
I cut them loose
ends you wanna bone me
Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice
about
leavin the wife even, picture that
You ain't want me when you had me, now you on
your
third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy
So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at
my girl nasty
Tryin to throw the pussy at me
"Now look at this bitch over here tryin to
act like me"
"Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she ?? ?? leftover
"[D'Angelo]
I'm
still in love with babe (8X)
[Method Man]
Yo yo It's always you and your crusty ass
crew, be actin new
Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it
Waitin
for the day that you front, and catch a lump
from my black butterfly, that don't pack a
lullaby
Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her
in the mall and didn't
know she had the reach on her
Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo
She go ahead and walk her
dogs, and represent Wu
to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one
I'll bring the
bullets, know that I'm sayin? Stop playin
You and them dyke lookin bitches
Actin like
y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit
[
D'Angelo]
I'm still in love with
babe (8X)
[Method Man]
Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble
alibis
Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga
Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show
this nigga
mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass
Plus I heard that he be beatin on
you, I seen him
at the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin
And used
up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection
but you're headed in the wrong
direction
Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
All up in my face actin
overzealous
Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl
Cause I ain't got
none left for you, plus you miserable
Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin comfortably, don't
need no
nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty
Talk to him, before my
brother put a spark through him
Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude
shitty
And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee
You know I know; so go find
another sucker yo, I been there
and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo'
That's,
my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up
and tell that bighead nigga you run with
that you was insane
[D'Angelo]
I'm still in love with babe (8X |
