Love You Baby lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Love You Baby
 
I met her uptown on Dyckman, to heightenTalkin
that, how she only dealt with businessmenNiggaz
baggin joints, money off and on the booksThe ones
who stand firm like gate, nuttin shookabout them,
I doubt them cats waitin for meYou know them
niggaz, them big dudes across the streetShe say,
"Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"Bullets from out
of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck downI
hit the ground but managed to pull a piece
outThis bit*h over them with them pointin the
chief outThey want beef out here, they gon' get
itin the worst way, I'ma show em how Black
playRoll the dice, f**kin with me is like snake
eyesI break guys, sit back and watch my cake
riseIt's all about the Benjamins, true that be
the mottoRan out of ammo and started, throwin
bottlesRunnin, and I ain't lookin back for
shitCrooked as* bit*h, today I get you back for
this(I'll get you back)
Chorus: repeat 2X
I love you baby No you don'tYou drive me crazy
That's rightI'll never betray thee UhhI love you
baby C'mon
Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the
chorus)
Yo since the last altercation I been goin to
streetSeein honey at the club ery week and I
speakI'ma rock that as* to sleep before I strikeI
ain't know the real deal until last nightHow, one
of them brothers was locked with bankrollUsed to
call my crib to see seventy-fourKick rhymes over
the phone for hours he had the dacbabe bro told
him, 'You wanna get money, see Blackwhen you get
home', we never had chance to get upAnd wouldn't
have, if his gun had left me hit upHe'd explain
how his whole crew was slappin honeyBesides all
that, she owed them cats a lot of moneyFunny how
it's a small world, baby girlYouse about to get,
f**ked with no jailI'ma sit back and watch this
cake finish bakinAnd plan your extermination,
word
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
It took a while to peep your style, Miss
I-be-in-workinLow profile single, house in Staten
Islandand Manhattan while, them same catsyou sent
to get me boo, is on they to get youf**kin
witchu, that small time crack dealin niggaHe a
bit*h too, they gon' bust his sh*t tooShit's
real, you think you gonna set me upAnd get away
scot free without some type of injuryNah kill it,
I'ma flip the script on youSame thing you did to
me, I'ma do it to youWho knew she was the female
RamboFill one of they chest with four soon as he
came in the doorLife is out, snuffed all they
mans inIn the end, she had to be the Last Bit*h
StandinNot for long the buck the forty-four
strongJust like that she was gone, now it's
overAssumin I'll go back to my everyday lifeOf a
rich millionaire just rockin the micGotta pause,
and think about honey no doubtand admire how the
chick went out
Chorus: repeat to fade