Break Ups 2 Make Ups (Explicit)-Method Man/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 f**k with other women men, remember when I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later we was f**kin 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 f**k 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, p**sy 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 ni**a happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the p**sy at me "Now look at this b**ch over here tryin to act like me" "Uh-huh, f**k that b**ch, she must like leftovers "(D'Angelo) I'm still in love with babe (8X) (Method Man) Yo yo It's always you and your crusty a** crew, be actin new Let me find out that you f**kin 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 b**ches 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, know that I'm sayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin b**ches 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 f**kin with the next guy, a Thug Ni**a Derelict be actin bugged ni**a, show this ni**a mad love but get no love ni**a? Stupid a** 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 ni**a 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, sh*t I'm livin comfortably, don't need no ni**a huntin me down for f**kin 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 ni**a you run with that you was insane (D'Angelo) I'm still in love with babe (8X)