Prodigy of Mobb Deep, B.K. (DEU) - Trials of Love lyrics

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 nigga that you
Fell for from the door
Ain't I that same nigga we was
Both on the train goin hard
And then your shit surfaced
Takin the phone in the bathroom
Whisperin wit your girlfriends
Try to play me on some jerk shit
Numbers underneath the sole of
Your lady Timb's oohh shit!

Kid, I kept it tight for you
Turned nigga's down
Didn't go out all them nights for you
And I ain't even that type'a bitch
I heard about Jones Beach
And Luke's Freak Fest
Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
But I'll be god damned if I
Be some nigga dumb bitch
It's fucked up it gotta go down like this

You was once my bunny
Now you want to act funny
I'm that same nigga from the
First day who dress 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 mornin
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 stacks of Benny's
You done found yourself a street life love
To death do us remember that shit
Now everything's ass backwards
We was more like Mickie and Mallory
You fouled out on me found another
Man math in your Bally bag, damn!
I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum ho
Catch you on the corner while I
Pass in my truck though

Yeah aight first of all Fuck You
And everything you own nigga
You got a lotta nerve, nigga
I should throw a brick thrrough your shit
Fuck your whips it ain't about that
It's about you givin out my dick
Or 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 sposed to sit back
Stay up all night for you to get back?
Like the world revolves around P
So while you strolled in at 5
I was comin in at 3, 3: 30
Niggas wanna play dirty fuck it
That's how you wanna rock? let's get dirty
Yeah, condom wrappers in the
Back of the Azure
Talkin' bout you let your mans get off
Your G ain't strong
I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears
You lost the best thing you
Ever had in your life, a waste of my years

I might give out
But I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn
We might as well, be friends, yes we have