Trials Of Love Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

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' with your girlfriends 

Try to play me on some jerk shit 

Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's 

Oh 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 

Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you? 

Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to? 

Snake bitch turn around and backstab you? 

Crab nigga found out he fucked around too? 

Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo 

Rockin' your 4 wheel drive and tattoo 

Talk sweet thinkin' that he rockin' you to sleep? 

Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist 

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 

Yeah aight 

First of all fuck you, and everything you own nigga 

You got a lotta 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 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 

Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you? 

Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to? 

Snake bitch turn around and backstab you? 

Crab nigga found out he fucked around too? 

Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo 

Rockin' your 4 wheel drive and tattoo 

Talk sweet thinkin' that he rockin' you to sleep? 

Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist 

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

We might as well, be friends, yes we have