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}