Verse One: Black Rob
 I met her uptown on Dyckman  to heighten
 Talkin that  how she only dealt with businessmen
 Niggaz baggin joints  money off and on the books
 The ones who stand firm like gate  nuttin shook
 about them  I doubt them cats waitin for me
 You know them niggaz  them big dudes across the street
 She say  "Yeah  they from over on Mayfair"
 Bullets from out of nowhere  told her to stay there and duck down
 I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
 This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
 They want beef out here, they gon' get it
 in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
 Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
 I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
 It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
 Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
 Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
 Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
 (I'll get you back)
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 I love you baby No you don't
 You drive me crazy That's right
 I'll never betray thee Uhh
 I love you baby C'mon
 Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)
 Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
 Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
 I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
 I ain't know the real deal until last night
 How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
 Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
 Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
 babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black
 when you get home', we never had chance to get up
 And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
 He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
 Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
 Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
 Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
 I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
 And plan your extermination, word
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Puff Daddy
 It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin
 Low profile single, house in Staten Island
 and Manhattan while, them same cats
 you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
 Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
 He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
 Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
 And get away scot free without some type of injury
 Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
 Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
 Who knew she was the female Rambo
 Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
 Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
 In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin
 Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
 Just like that she was gone, now it's over
 Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
 Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
 Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
 and admire how the chick went out
 Chorus: repeat to fade