Me & My b*tch (Live From Philly) lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy | The Notorious B.I.G.]
Is Philly in this motherf*cker?
Yo, what's up? You ready, son?
Clark Kent, one time
Uh (Woo)
Uh (Say what?)

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. I Puff Daddy]
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick (Hands in the air)
You look so good, huh, I'll suck on your daddy's di*k (Woo)
I never felt that way in my life (That's right)
It didn't take long before I made you my wife
Not no rings and sh*t, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a keys (That's right)
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels (Come on)
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
But you was my b*tch, the one who'd never snitch (That's right)
Love me when I'm brokе or when I'm filthy f*ckin' rich
And I admit, when the timе is right, the wine is right
I'll treat you right, you talk slick, I'll beat you right

[Chorus: Puff Daddy | The Notorious B.I.G.]
Just me and my b*tch (What?)
Just me and my b*tch, yeah (What?)
Just me and my b*tch, yeah
Just me and my b*tch
Just me and my b*tch, yeah
Just me and my b*tch
[Interlude: Puff Daddy | The Notorious B.I.G.]
All the girls with the real hair, yeah (Yeah)
Just the girls with the real hair, yeah (Uh)
Let me hear you say "Yeah" (Uh)
Say "Hell yeah" (Uh)

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. | Puff Daddy]
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
Want a b*tch that like to play cee-lo, and craps
Packin' gats, in my Coach bag steamin' dime bags (Woo)
A real b*tch is all I want, all I ever had
With a bop just as strong as me
Totin' guns just as long as me, the b*tch belongs with me (That's right)
Any plans with another b*tch, my b*tch'll spoil it (That's right)
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (Yeah)
Throwin' my clothes out the windows (Windows), so when the wind blows (Wind blows)
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick b*tch, keep a trick up her sleeve
If I deceive (Say what?), she won't take it lightly (Come on)
She'll invite me (Yeah), politely, to fight, G (Yeah, side to side)
And then we lie together, cry together (Side to side, side to side)
Swear to God I hope we f*ckin' die together (Yeah)

[Chorus: Puff Daddy | The Notorious B.I.G.]
Just me and my b*tch (Just what?)
It's just me and my b*tch, side to side, y'all, come on
Just, just me and my b*tch
I like that record, side to side
Just me and my b*tch
Just me and my b*tch, come on
Just me and my b*tch
[Outro: Puff Daddy | The Notorious B.I.G. | DJ Clark Kent]
Just, just me and my b*tch
Just me and my b*tch (Just what?)
Just me and my b*tch
Just me and my b*tch
Just you and your b*tch?
Yeah, no doubt, yo, the ladies is running this motherf*cker, son
The ladies is running this motherf*cker
Yo, look at all the real motherf*ckin' n*ggas in this motherf*cker
Where the n*ggas at? What's up?
Yo, yo, Puff, Puff, Puff, check this out
Yo, Biggie, this what y'all gotta do
I figure somebody got to be running something
So you take the b*tches and you take the n*ggas
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold—I ain't taking no b*tches, n*gga
I'm taking the young ladies, n*gga
The f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Alright, I'ma take the young ladies, we gon' see
Alright, I'll take the n*ggas
Yeah
The real thug n*ggas
I want the n*ggas, too, but I want the ladies
Whatever, let's see what's up
Drop that sh*t, n*gga
Yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on