Method Man - Break Ups 2 Make Ups Lyrics
[method man]You and i, til the day we die.. (day we die..)Yo, yoEx-girlfriend, how you been? I see you stillTryin to ***** with other women men, remember whenI first met you in my cousins house, a week laterWe was *****in on your momma couch, now its been saidThat big girls they dont cry, but they damn sure lieLook you in the eye, sayin you they onlyYou and i, til the day we die, said youd neverLeave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phonyShoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as iTurn my back you try to ***** my homies, that was thenThis is now I got a new friend, ever sinceI cut them loose ends you wanna bone meAdd strife to my life, ***** thatll make me think twiceAbout leavin the wife even, picture thatYou aint want me when you had me, now you onYour third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happySo you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nastyTryin to throw the ***** at meNow look at this ***** over here tryin to act like meUh-huh, ***** that *****, she what wifey leftover[dangelo]Im still lovin you babe (8x)[method man]Yo yoIts always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin newLet me find out that you *****in with boo, and yall gon feel itWaitin for the day that you front, and catch a lumpFrom my black butterfly, that dont pack a lullabySleep on her, she said you *****es tried to creep on herIn the mall and didnt know she had the reach on herPearl-handled twenty-two, my booShe go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent wuTo the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair oneIll bring the bullets, knowhatimsayin? stop playinYou and them dyke lookin *****esActin like yall jumpin somethin, go head with that bullshit[dangelo]Im still in love with babe (8x)[method man]Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibisNow you *****in with the next guy, a thug niggaDerelict be actin bugged nigga, show this niggaMad love but get no love nigga? ? stupid assPlus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen himAt the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressinAnd used up, pull your shoes up, all you needs affectionBut youre headed in the wrong directionTryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellasAll up in my face actin overzealousLike you want somethin from meth, I hope it aint love girlCause I aint got none left for you, plus you miserableMisery love company, shit Im livin comfortably, dont need noNigga huntin me down for *****in round, with his kittyTalk to him, before my brother put a spark through himWont be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shittyAnd got you actin high saditty with your slut committeeYou know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been thereAnd been done that befo, and dont need it no moThats, my, word! so go to your own with that there, word upAnd tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane[dangelo]Im still in love with babe (8x)