[Featuring D'Angelo] [Method Man] You and I 'til the day we die.. (day we die..) Yo yo Ex girlfriend how you been? I see you still Tryin to fuck with other women men remember when I first met you in my cousin's house a week later We was fuckin on your momma couch now it's been said That big girls they don't cry but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye sayin you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never Leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I Turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then This is now I got a new friend, ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice About leavin the wife even, picture that You ain't want me when you had me, now you on Your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the pussy at me "Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me" "Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftover" [D'Angelo] I'm still in love with babe (8X) [Method Man] Yo yo It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin new Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump From my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her In the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one I'll bring the bullets, knowhatI'msayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin bitches Actin like y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit [D'Angelo] I'm still in love with babe (8X) [Method Man] Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga Mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him At the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection But you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin overzealous Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin comfortably, don't need no Nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee You know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been there And been done that befo', and don't need it no mo' That's, my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up And tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane [D'Angelo] I'm still in love with babe (8X)
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