Bewteen Me And You (remix) Lyrics

Bewteen Me And You (remix) lyrics

[Vita]
Come on murda
Come on
Come on
Oooh

[Vita]
You wanna
wine me, dine me, slide behind me
Scratch my back, grab my neck and call me
mami
Now you slept with her, through the dos and don'ts boo
Crept with
her for your needs and wants
So the kinky little things that you do,
Rule
Finally caught back up to you, true
If you knew what I knew,
ooh
You better watch who you screw baby

[Tah Murdah]
First things
first
Ma, let's keep it on the low and out the hood
Cuz if our buisiness
is everybody's, that ain't good
I got a spot where we could lay M-I-A
By
the water, a beach house in Mi-a-mi
Yea, even the hunnies play they know how
the game go
I don't tell, and you won't tell, and nobody'll know
Hunnies
holla, and at the end of the night
I give em a first class ticket to
paradise
I twist backwards, Ma u wanna fly?
Believe it's that good and
mami I ain't gon' lie
If you give it to Tah, shhhh nobody'll know
Keep it
low, the only way to keep it
Murdah be creepin fa sho
Soon as he hit the
tunnel I through in the Hummer
With the E flights of the O and the fire
dro
Even though (We Murderers Baby) it's all gravy
As long as it don't
get back to my lady
Murdah mack and I'm crazy

[Chorus: Christina
Milian]
Now every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between
me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's
keep between me and you (me and you)
Cause every little thing that we do
(that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things
that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy

[Black
Child]
It's deep, when you murda mamis from the street
When it's beef, she
know how to raise the heat
And when we creep, we might never get
caught
Cuz she know I'll put her man on life support
Picture me and my
mami in court, never God
I got a street freak, all night we fought
Then
we crush, when we finish fightin it's so exciting
Had her doin the dyke
thing with my dove from Dikeman
Aiight then, gettin hot when the is dog
bitin
It's tight then, better feelin then I get from writin
I like when,
you and me about to get it on
And that dance that you do when I throw on the
Thong Song

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Holla, if you hear a nigga
hollerin at cha
Just between me and you, I'm really diggin you
And this
is what you should do, let's do some creepin
Love your man all week, and see
me on weekends
I'm your part time freak-er
All Rimmied up, on extasy and
wifey free
Sex with me could get a little crazy at times
Once I start and
I sweat, it's the heart of the grind
I'm lookin down at my watch, it's about
that time
Your man calls, and you start to lie
And it seems like
everytime I'm in bed with you, baby
Homey be checkin up on you, baby
That
nigga must be, crazy, broke, and lazy
No wonder you fuckin me
Baby, it's
just me and you and nobody got a clue
About that freaky little thing that we
do

[Chorus]