[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, cuz 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