Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
Publishers: BIG POPPA MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC, NINTH STREET TUNNEL MUSIC, INC.
I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together
But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
It didn't take long before the tears start
Just me and my bitch
Come into the crib, even had a set a keys
I see my Polos and Timbos
Just me and my bitch
Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
Just me and my bitch
She'll invite me, politely to fight G
And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
And then we lie together, cry together
One day she put nine one one on the pager
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean
They killed my best friend, me and my bitch
I don't know
And I know it was meant for me
Hmm, yeah
Just me and my bitch
Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
Just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch
A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
Packin' gats in a coach bag steamin' dime bags
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
No response, the phone just rung
She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
It didn't take long before I made you my wife
One day she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich
With a glock just as strong as me
Just me and my bitch
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
And when I find 'em your life is to and end
When I pulled up, police was on the scene
I never felt that way in my life
I wanna bitch that like to play celo, and craps
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Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me
Just me and my bitch
Grab my vest, grab my gun to find out the problem
Just me and my bitch
Yo would you kill for me?
The fuck wrong with you bitch?
Songwriters: Sean Combs, Frank Donalds, Norman A Glover, Gary Morgan, Carl Thompson, Christopher Wallace
Had to call back, whether it's minor or major
You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dick
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
What took you so long to answer motherfucker?