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Artist :Black Rob
Album :Life Story
Title :

I Love You Baby




I Love You Baby
Black Rob & Puff Daddy

Verse One: Black Rob

I met her uptown on Dikelandto heighten
Talkin thathow she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin jointsmoney off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain'tnuttin shook
about themI doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggazthem big dudes across the street
She say"Yeahthey from over on Mayfair"
Bullets from out of nowheretold her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out herethey gon' get it
in the worst wayI'ma show em how Black play
Roll the dicefuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guyssit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjaminstrue that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and startedthrowin bottles
Runninand I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitchtoday I get you back for this
(I'll get you back)

Chorus: repeat 2X

I love you baby         No you don't
You drive me crazy        That's right
I'll never betray thee        Uhh
I love you baby            C'mon

Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)

Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
Howone of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
babe bro told him'You wanna get moneysee Black
when you get home'we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't haveif his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all thatshe owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small worldbaby girl
Youse about to getfucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your exterminationword

Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy

It took a while to peep your styleMiss I-be-in-workin
Low profile singlehouse in Staten Island
and Manhattan whilethem same cats
you sent to get me boois on they to get you
Fuckin witchuthat small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch toothey gon' bust his shit too
Shit's realyou think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill itI'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to meI'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is outsnuffed all they mans in
In the endshe had to be the Last Bitch Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gonenow it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pauseand think about honey no doubt
and admire how the chick went out

Chorus: repeat to fade





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