Intro: Method Man       Rugged style it's enough to make a hardrock smile    Ha ha ha cheeba cheeba y'all    Cheeba cheeba y'all and you don't stop    Yeah yeah cootie in the chair    Cheeba cheeba y'all and you don't stop    Yeah yeah cootie in the check Tical       Chorus: Mary J. Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]       You're all, I need    [Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together]    to get by, ahhhhh    You're all, I need    [Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together]    to get by, ahhhhh       Verse One:       Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me    For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me    Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman    Queen with a crown that be down for whatever    There are few things that's forever, my lady    We can make war or make babies    Back when I was nothin    You made a brother feel like he was somethin    That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin    Even when the skies were gray    You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"    Now that's real to a brother like me baby    Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight    And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live    In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids    Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife    Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we    Be livin in the effin lap of luxury    I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me    But you did, now I'm going all out kid    And I got mad love to give, you my nigga       Chorus 2X       Interlude: Mary J. Blige       Like sweet morning dew    I took one look at you    And it was plain to see    You were my destiny    With you I'll spend my time    I'll dedicate my life    I'll sacrifice for you    Dedicate my life for you       Verse Two:       I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone    Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone    Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own    No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home    Even if I'm locked up North you in the world    Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo    It be true me for you that's how it is    I be your Noah, you be my Wiz    I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses    Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please    Be on another level of planning, of understanding    the bond between man and woman, and child    The highest elevation, 'cause we above    All that romance crap, just show your love       Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)       Outro: Method Man       I'm sick of police    Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all    And you don't stop    Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical!    Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop    Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!    Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop    Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical    Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical    {Like sweet morning dew} Yeah yeah    {I took one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical    {And it was plain to see} Cheeba cheeba y'all    {You were my destiny, baby} Cheeba cheeba y'all    Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah    What's that shit that they be smoking?       No romance without finance for now    Baby, please, ninety-five    Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha    Man woman and child, yeah       {Anything you need, anything you need}