[Featuring 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)