Trials Of Love

[Prodigy]

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

... Ooh shit!!



[B.K.]

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...



[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 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 belly bag, damn!

I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe

Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though



[B.K.]

Yeah aight

First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga

You got a lot a nerve, nigga

I should throw a brick through 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 supposed 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 want to play dirty



Fuck it, that's how you want to 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



[Chorus]



I might give out, but I'll never give in...

We might as well, be friends, yes we have...