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Intro: Man

Rugged style it's enough to make a smile
Ha ha ha cheeba y'all
Cheeba y'all and you don't stop
yeah cootie in the chair
Cheeba cheeba and you don't stop
yeah cootie in the check Tical

Chorus: Mary J. Blige Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I
together, cry together, I swear 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 there for you you need me
For real girl, me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man better than a woman
with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my
We can make war or babies
Back I was nothin
You made a feel like he was somethin
why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me
Never ever give my cootie and keep it tight aight
And I'ma these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a to be my wife
Just be there for me and make sure we
Be in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my

2X

Interlude: J. Blige

Like morning dew
I took one at you
And it was to see
You were my
With you I'll my time
I'll dedicate my
sacrifice for you
Dedicate my for you

Two:

I got a love jonz for your and your skin tone
Five minutes I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at
Even if I'm up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you how it is
I be Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday Please
Be on another of planning, of understanding
the between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, 'cause we
All that romance crap, 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 yeah, in the -- Tical!
cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, in the chair, Tical!
Cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and
{Like morning dew} Yeah yeah
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair,
{And it was plain to see} Cheeba cheeba
{You were my destiny, Cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on,
that shit that they be smoking?

No romance finance for now
Baby, please,
Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child,

{Anything you need, anything you