TRIALS OF LOVE feat. B.K.(aka Mz.BARS)

Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo Know what I'm sayin, cause I to told the bitch Yo Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see Is it that same niggas that you fell for from the door Ain't I that same nigga We was both on the train goin hard And then ya shit surfaced Talkin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit ya girlfriends Tryin to play me on some jerk shit Numbers underneath the sole of ya lady Timbs, oh shit Kid, I kept it tight for you Turned niggas down, didn't go out all them nights for you And I ain't even that type of bitch I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freakfest Nevertheless, I still put my faith in you You was my dog, so I stayed faithful But I'll be goddamn if I be some nigga's dumb bitch It's funked up it gotta go down like this Yo, have you ever had a bitch that would pop guns for you? Type of nigga you'd do anything he asked to Snake bitch, turn around and back stab you Crab nigga, found out you fuckin round to Threw her cash, threw her in a smash, that's boo Rockin ya four wheel drive and tattoo Talk sweet, thinking that he rockin you to sleep Who? Me fall for that bullshit, you got it twisted You was once my bunny, now you wanna act funny I'm that same nigga from the first day we dressed bummy Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry I never lost my thirst for takin that money I never lost my lust for chicks lovely You met me on those terms so that's how I'm runnin I still walk up in the crib 5 in the morning And still count my cash before I crash What you thought, you had a Dunny? I ain't the one honey You skim 20's out of my stack of Benny's You done found yoself a “street life” love Till death do us, remember that shit? Now everything's ass backwards We was more like Mickey and Malorey You fouled out on me, found another man mad for your belly bag Damn, I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe Catch you on the corner when I pass in my truck though Yeah ahight, first of all fuck you and everything you own nigga You got a lot of nerve nigga, I should throw a brick thru ya shit Fuck yo whips, it ain't about that, it's bout you givin out my dick So it seems I can only call it how I see it Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin Come on, what type of shit is that? What? I'm suppose to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back Like the world revolve around P So while you strolled in at 5, I was comin in at 3 or 3:30 Niggas wanna play dirty, fuck it, that's how you wanna rock? Let's get dirty, yeah Caught them rappers in the back of the door Talkin bout “you let ya mans get off” ya g ain't strong I'm strong, you ain't worth the tears You lost the best thing you ever had in ya life, a waste of my years Yo, have you ever had a bitch that would pop guns for you? Type of nigga you'd do anything he asked to Snake bitch, turn around and back stab you Crab nigga, found out you fuckin round to Threw her cash, threw her in a smash, that's boo Rockin ya four wheel drive and tattoo Talk sweet, thinking that he rockin you to sleep Who? Me fall for that bullshit, you got it twisted I might give out but I'll never give in We might as well be friend, yes we had