I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Keep It Tight Mix) Method Man (Ft. Mary J. Blige)
[Intro: Method Man | Mary J. Blige]
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need
Ya don't stop
To get by
Yeah yeah
By
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need
Ya don't stop
To get by (To get by)
Yeah yeah
By
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Cootie in the, check it
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin' in the effin' lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need
Ya don't stop
To get by
Yeah yeah
By
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need
Ya don't stop
To get by (To get by)
Yeah yeah
By
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Cootie in the, check it
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin' in the effin' lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
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