Trials Of Love Lyrics

Mobb Deep

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[Prodigy]Yo..Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speakLook straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the doorAin't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hardand then your shit surfacedTakin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit your girlfriendsTry to play me on some jerk shitNumbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's... oohh shit!![B.K.]Kid, I kept it tight for youTurned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for youAnd I ain't even that type'a bitchI heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak FestNevertheless I still put my faith in youYou was my dog, so I stayed faithfulBut I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitchIt's fucked up it gotta go down like this...(Chorus:)[P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?[B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?[P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?[B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?[P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo[P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo[B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?[B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist[Prodigy]You was once my bunny, now you want to act funnyI'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummySame grimy style nigga, I'm still hungryI never lost my thirst for takin that moneyI never lost my lust for chicks lovelyYou met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runninI still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin... and still count my cash before I crashWhat you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honeyYou skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny'sYou done found yourself a street life love, to death do usRemember that shit, now everything's ass-backwardsWe was more like Mickie and MalloryYou fouled out on me; found another man math in your belly bag, damn!I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoeCatch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though[B.K.]Yeah aightFirst of all Fuck You, and everything you own niggaYou got a lotta nerve, niggaI should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whipsIt ain't about that, it's about you givin out my dickOr so it seems, I can only call it how I see itGot hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakinCome on, what type of shit is that?What, I'm sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?Like the world revolves around PSo while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3 3:30Niggas wanna play dirtyFuck it, that's how you wanna rock let's get dirtyYeah, condom wrappers in the back of the AzureTalkin bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strongI'm gone, you ain't worth the tearsYou lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years(Chorus)[BREAKDOWN]I might give out, but I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn..We might as well, be friends, yes we have...




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