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Intro: Man

Rugged style, enough to make a hardrock smile
Ha ha ha, cheeba y'all
cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, in the chair
Cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, in the -- check Tical

Mary J. Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I
[Lie together, cry together, I to God I hope we fuckin die together]
to get by,
all, I need
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we die together]
to get by,

One:

Shorty I'm for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for
There are few that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make
when I was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
Even when the skies gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby be okay"
Now real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my cootie and keep it tight aight
And walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of
Word life you don't need a ring to be my
Just be for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of
I'm realizing you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm all out kid
And I got mad to give, you my nigga

2X

Interlude: Mary J.

sweet morning dew
I took one at you
And it was to see
You were my
you I'll spend my time
I'll my life
I'll for you
my life for you

Verse

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin
Five minutes alone I'm on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a of your own
No need to around you got the good stuff at home
Even if I'm up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin stuff off, boo
It be true me for you how it is
I be Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday Please
Be on level of planning, of understanding
the bond man and woman, and child
The elevation, 'cause we above
All that crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, until end)

Method Man

I'm sick of
Ha ha ha, cheeba y'all
And you don't
yeah, cootie in the -- Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't
Yeah yeah, in the chair, Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't
Yeah yeah, in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and
{Like sweet dew} Yeah yeah
{I one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical
{And it was plain to see} Cheeba y'all
{You were my destiny, Cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on,
that shit that they be smoking?

No romance without for now
Baby, please,
Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child,

you need, anything you need}