Featuring T Boz]

T Boz:

I had some problems

That no one could seem to solve them

But you had the answer

You told me to take a chance

And learn the ways of love my baby

And all that it has to offer..

You told me your secret love won't let you down

Ohh allll my love baby...

Da Brat:

Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change

Between you and your boo.

Put a hold on me ever since I held you

What compelled you to be my nigga

Besides passion and love

You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust

Fuck the others, none of them compare to us

And under covers you my muthafucka nigga,

When you stickin my stuff

You laid pipe unlike any other plumber

Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin.

Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak.

Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights

Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much.

And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch

But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters

Hit you so you don't forget us

When you'd rather not be livin in the cella

Hella muthafuckas want your occupation

But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby...

CHORUS:

T-Boz:

And all this love, is waiting for you

My baby... Sweet Darling...

And all this love is waiting for you

Da Brat:

Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down

As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around

Da Brat:

Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word

That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese,

And pissing me the fuck off.

The first thought of committing a felony never left

I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L,

Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I

Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers

Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you

Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun

Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne

Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home

Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness

But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation

If I'm incarcerated

Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous

Who tell us the opposite of that,

Forever you and Brat

I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame

So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame...

CHORUS (x3