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    METHOD MAN

    Tical 2000: Judgement Day 1998 ©

    Break Ups 2 Make Ups

    You and I, 'til the day we die.. (day we die..)

    Yo, yo
    Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still
    trying to fuck with other women men, remember when
    I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later
    we was fucking 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, saying you they only
    You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never
    leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony
    Should've 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 leaving 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 trying mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty
    Trying to throw the pussy at me

    "Now look at this bitch over here trying to act like me"
    "Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftover"


    I'm still in love with babe


    Yo yo
    It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be acting new
    Let me find out that you fucking with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it
    Waiting 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 what I'm saying? Stop playing
    You and them dyke looking bitches
    Acting like y'all jumping something, go 'head with that bullshit


    I'm still in love with babe


    Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
    Now you fucking with the next guy, a Thug Nigga
    Derelict be acting bugged nigga, show this nigga
    mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass
    Plus I heard that he be beating on you, I seen him
    at the club cheating on you, with you best friend, got you stressing
    And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection
    but you're headed in the wrong direction
    Trying to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
    All up in my face acting 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 living comfortably, don't need no
    nigga hunting me down for fucking 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 acting 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


    I'm still in love with babe

    1998 ©




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