| Black Rob & Puff Daddy | |
| Verse One：Black Rob | |
| I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten | |
| Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen | |
| Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books | |
| The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook | |
| about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me | |
| You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street | |
| She say, 'Yeah, they from over on Mayfair' | |
| Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down | |
| I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out | |
| This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out | |
| They want beef out here, they gon' get it | |
| in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play | |
| Roll the dice, ****in with me is like snake eyes | |
| I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise | |
| It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto | |
| Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles | |
| Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit | |
| Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this | |
| (I'll get you back) | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I love you baby No you don't | |
| You drive me crazy That's right | |
| I'll never betray thee Uhh | |
| I love you baby C'mon | |
| Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus) | |
| Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street | |
| Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak | |
| I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike | |
| I ain't know the real deal until last night | |
| How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll | |
| Used to call my crib to see seventy-four | |
| Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac | |
| babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black | |
| when you get home', we never had chance to get up | |
| And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up | |
| He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey | |
| Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money | |
| Funny how it's a small world, baby girl | |
| Youse about to get, ****ed with no jail | |
| I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin | |
| And plan your extermination, word | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy | |
| It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin | |
| Low profile single, house in Staten Island | |
| and Manhattan while, them same cats | |
| you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you | |
| ****in witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga | |
| He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too | |
| Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up | |
| And get away scot free without some type of injury | |
| Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you | |
| Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you | |
| Who knew she was the female Rambo | |
| Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door | |
| Life is out, snuffed all they mans in | |
| In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin | |
| Not for long the buck the forty-four strong | |
| Just like that she was gone, now it's over | |
| Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life | |
| Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic | |
| Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt | |
| and admire how the chick went out | |
| Chorus: repeat to fade |
| Black Rob Puff Daddy | |
| Verse One: Black Rob | |
| I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten | |
| Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen | |
| Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books | |
| The ones who stand firm like ain' t, nuttin shook | |
| about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me | |
| You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street | |
| She say, ' Yeah, they from over on Mayfair' | |
| Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down | |
| I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out | |
| This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out | |
| They want beef out here, they gon' get it | |
| in the worst way, I' ma show em how Black play | |
| Roll the dice, in with me is like snake eyes | |
| I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise | |
| It' s all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto | |
| Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles | |
| Runnin, and I ain' t lookin back for shit | |
| Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this | |
| I' ll get you back | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I love you baby No you don' t | |
| You drive me crazy That' s right | |
| I' ll never betray thee Uhh | |
| I love you baby C' mon | |
| Verse Two: Black Rob starts rapping during the chorus | |
| Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street | |
| Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak | |
| I' ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike | |
| I ain' t know the real deal until last night | |
| How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll | |
| Used to call my crib to see seventyfour | |
| Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac | |
| babe bro told him, ' You wanna get money, see Black | |
| when you get home', we never had chance to get up | |
| And wouldn' t have, if his gun had left me hit up | |
| He' d explain how his whole crew was slappin honey | |
| Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money | |
| Funny how it' s a small world, baby girl | |
| Youse about to get, ed with no jail | |
| I' ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin | |
| And plan your extermination, word | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy | |
| It took a while to peep your style, Miss Ibeinworkin | |
| Low profile single, house in Staten Island | |
| and Manhattan while, them same cats | |
| you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you | |
| in witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga | |
| He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too | |
| Shit' s real, you think you gonna set me up | |
| And get away scot free without some type of injury | |
| Nah kill it, I' ma flip the script on you | |
| Same thing you did to me, I' ma do it to you | |
| Who knew she was the female Rambo | |
| Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door | |
| Life is out, snuffed all they mans in | |
| In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin | |
| Not for long the buck the fortyfour strong | |
| Just like that she was gone, now it' s over | |
| Assumin I' ll go back to my everyday life | |
| Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic | |
| Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt | |
| and admire how the chick went out | |
| Chorus: repeat to fade |
| Black Rob Puff Daddy | |
| Verse One: Black Rob | |
| I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten | |
| Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen | |
| Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books | |
| The ones who stand firm like ain' t, nuttin shook | |
| about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me | |
| You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street | |
| She say, ' Yeah, they from over on Mayfair' | |
| Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down | |
| I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out | |
| This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out | |
| They want beef out here, they gon' get it | |
| in the worst way, I' ma show em how Black play | |
| Roll the dice, in with me is like snake eyes | |
| I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise | |
| It' s all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto | |
| Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles | |
| Runnin, and I ain' t lookin back for shit | |
| Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this | |
| I' ll get you back | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I love you baby No you don' t | |
| You drive me crazy That' s right | |
| I' ll never betray thee Uhh | |
| I love you baby C' mon | |
| Verse Two: Black Rob starts rapping during the chorus | |
| Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street | |
| Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak | |
| I' ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike | |
| I ain' t know the real deal until last night | |
| How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll | |
| Used to call my crib to see seventyfour | |
| Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac | |
| babe bro told him, ' You wanna get money, see Black | |
| when you get home', we never had chance to get up | |
| And wouldn' t have, if his gun had left me hit up | |
| He' d explain how his whole crew was slappin honey | |
| Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money | |
| Funny how it' s a small world, baby girl | |
| Youse about to get, ed with no jail | |
| I' ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin | |
| And plan your extermination, word | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy | |
| It took a while to peep your style, Miss Ibeinworkin | |
| Low profile single, house in Staten Island | |
| and Manhattan while, them same cats | |
| you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you | |
| in witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga | |
| He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too | |
| Shit' s real, you think you gonna set me up | |
| And get away scot free without some type of injury | |
| Nah kill it, I' ma flip the script on you | |
| Same thing you did to me, I' ma do it to you | |
| Who knew she was the female Rambo | |
| Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door | |
| Life is out, snuffed all they mans in | |
| In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin | |
| Not for long the buck the fortyfour strong | |
| Just like that she was gone, now it' s over | |
| Assumin I' ll go back to my everyday life | |
| Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic | |
| Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt | |
| and admire how the chick went out | |
| Chorus: repeat to fade |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)