feat 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)