Love You Baby Lyrics

Love You Baby

I met her uptown on Dyckman, to heightenTalkin that, how she only dealt with
businessmenNiggaz baggin joints, money off and on the booksThe ones who stand
firm like gate, nuttin shookabout them, I doubt them cats waitin for meYou know
them niggaz, them big dudes across the streetShe say, "Yeah, they from over on
Mayfair"Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck downI hit
the ground but managed to pull a piece outThis bit*h over them with them
pointin the chief outThey want beef out here, they gon' get itin the worst way,
I'ma show em how Black playRoll the dice, f**kin with me is like snake eyesI
break guys, sit back and watch my cake riseIt's all about the Benjamins, true
that be the mottoRan out of ammo and started, throwin bottlesRunnin, and I
ain't lookin back for shitCrooked as* bit*h, today I get you back for this(I'll
get you back)
Chorus: repeat 2X
I love you baby No you don'tYou drive me crazy That's rightI'll never betray
thee UhhI love you baby C'mon
Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)
Yo since the last altercation I been goin to streetSeein honey at the club ery
week and I speakI'ma rock that as* to sleep before I strikeI ain't know the
real deal until last nightHow, one of them brothers was locked with
bankrollUsed to call my crib to see seventy-fourKick rhymes over the phone for
hours he had the dacbabe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Blackwhen you
get home', we never had chance to get upAnd wouldn't have, if his gun had left
me hit upHe'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honeyBesides all that, she
owed them cats a lot of moneyFunny how it's a small world, baby girlYouse about
to get, f**ked with no jailI'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakinAnd
plan your extermination, word
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workinLow profile single,
house in Staten Islandand Manhattan while, them same catsyou sent to get me
boo, is on they to get youf**kin witchu, that small time crack dealin niggaHe a
bit*h too, they gon' bust his sh*t tooShit's real, you think you gonna set me
upAnd get away scot free without some type of injuryNah kill it, I'ma flip the
script on youSame thing you did to me, I'ma do it to youWho knew she was the
female RamboFill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the doorLife is
out, snuffed all they mans inIn the end, she had to be the Last Bit*h
StandinNot for long the buck the forty-four strongJust like that she was gone,
now it's overAssumin I'll go back to my everyday lifeOf a rich millionaire just
rockin the micGotta pause, and think about honey no doubtand admire how the
chick went out
Chorus: repeat to fade