Son of a Gun (P. Diddy Remix)

[Chant: Janet] Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too [Verse 1: Janet] Sharp shooter into breaking hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollering at everything that walks No substance just small talk Know why you feeling on that girl's behind You gotta sleazy one track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's going home with you tonight [Missy] I changed all the credit cards And switched the lock to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around cause I'm chillling boy Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I, makes my dough in just one show, you know Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know When you sue me, you gonna be broke you know Ain't know you way you could bring me down Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you around While I, work my ass off and you just lounge You slump, bump, son of a gun And a, how much your worth I think negative Don [Hook] Oh who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim Oh who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone Oh what you gonna tell her After she discovers you don't really love her Oh gonna be a showdown, knock down drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up [Hook] I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you Don't you, don't you Don't you, don't you [P. Diddy (overlaps last 2 lines)] They call me "Diddy" (It wasn't me!) Whatchu talkin' 'bout lawyers for? (It wasn't me!) Why you wanna change locks and doors? (It wasn't me!) Well, maybe it was, sure But you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys We did this last week Ma, don't get ammnesia (Remember?) All this back and forth gotta quit And by the way, THIS IS THE REMIX! [Verse 2: Janet] Sweatin me but I'm not your type You think you irk me and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid bitch in my beach house Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool And be lead story on the nigga news Not me sucker, I'll never be your lover I'm gonna make you suffer You stupid mutherfucker [Missy] You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets See I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth Boy plea plea nah don't bother me Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me But now you up on dem knees, still jocking me But I ma say it real real, keep it real What the deal, how you feel, is it ill, is it sick Cause I'm the deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I the shit I'm doing better with out you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa And this song is about you, playa Muthafuckin' son of a gun [Bridge: Janet] Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun [Hook]