(I'll always be there for you)
  [Puff]
  Yeah
  (I'll never betray you)
  [Puff]
  Mmm, mmm, mmm
  (I love you baby)
  [Puff]
  I love you baby
    [Verse One: Black Rob]
    I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then
  Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
  Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
  The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
  about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
  You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
  She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
  Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
  I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
  This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
  They want beef out here, they gon' get it
  in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
  Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
  I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
  It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
  Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
  Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
  Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
  (I'll get you back)
    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I love you baby
  No you don't
  You drive me crazy
  That's right
  I'll never betray thee
  Uhh
  I love you baby
  C'mon
    [Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)]
    Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
  Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
  I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
  I ain't know the real deal until last night
  How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
  Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
  Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
  babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black
  when you get home', we never had chance to get up
  And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
  He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
  Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
  Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
  Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
  I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
  And plan your extermination, word
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Puff Daddy]
    It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin
  Low profile single, house in Staten Island
  and Manhattan while, them same cats
  you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
  Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
  He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
  Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
  And get away scot free without some type of injury
  Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
  Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
  Who knew she was the female Rambo
  Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
  Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
  In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin
  Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
  Just like that she was gone, now it's over
  Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
  Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
  Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
  and admire how the chick went out
    [Chorus: repeat to fade]