Diddy
Son of a Gun (P. Diddy Remix)
[Intro: Janet Jackson & P. Diddy]
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, greed, greedy try to have your cake and eat it too
Let's go
This. Is. The. Remix.
Right here, Bad Boy, baby
Janet (Yeah)
JJ
This goes out to all the clubs
(Damn you fine)


[Verse 1: Janet Jackson]
Sharp shooter into breaking hearts
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?

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
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 'round?
While I, work my ass off and you just lounge
You slum, bum, son of a gun
And, uh, how much your worth
I think negative Don
[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson]
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

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon]
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

[Verse 3: P. Diddy]
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 4: Janet Jackson]
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 n***a news
Not me sucker, I'll never be your lover
I'm gonna make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker

[Verse 5: Missy Elliott]
You musta thought you had game like "n***a 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 wit' me
But now you up on dem knees, still jockin' me
But I ma say it real real, keep it real
What the deal, how you feel, is it ill, is ya sick?
Cause I'm the deal, still here with appeal and it's real
Don't front cause boy I the shit
I'm doin' 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: Jane Jackson]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson &Carly Simon]
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
No, no, no, no, no
Oh, who you gonna lie to?
It's not what you say, its what you do
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don't really love her?
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
Oh, its gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag down
Gun slugger shoot em up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon]
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