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s gonna be just me and you Let's wait a while and think it over (think it over) I don't know why you behave this way (mmmm yeah) Don't you think that

I could feel this way (ohhhh) So don't be afraid I ain't gonna hurt you I promise my love is truuuuuuuue Sooner or later (sooner or later) You're gonna be mine I want you forever (I can't

never give up on your love as long as I live [CHORUS:] Baby I'll give you the best I've got If that's not enough than I don't know what To be complicated

rappin' Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with green Strictly paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y

cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor Y'all niggas couldn't

this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I

city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa

tches' faces with babies b-tch bite yo' tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes, tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380, thats my car costs, y'all thought

syndicate too many to name Y'all right here in the studio so why I'ma name ya? I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y