Busta Rhymes - Diamond In The Ruff lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah You know what I'm sayin', like Got a lot of these ma'f**in' s**a a** n***as n***as be havin' fallouts with they n***as over these b**hes That ain't gangster, n***a I don't give a f** (that ain't gangter, n***a) Right or wrong, I ain't never stop f**in' with one of my n***as over a b**h Might not, never! Might not, never! Know what I'm sayin'? I'll tell you my story, n***a Listen... [Verse 1:] We started out moving niddicks Worked our way up to briddicks On the block holdin' fiddiffs Hustlin' 'til the sun show Beef came, let the guns blow, movin' like bros, sharin' one soul n***a f** around and messed up young hoe Knew she was a slob, still gave the b**h a son, though Stupid, dirt-bomb b**h tryin' to holler Hittin' me on Facebook, creepin', tryin' to swallow But don't let your homie know, keep it on the low, boo Came to you like a real n***a, and I showed you You went back and told a b**h right after I told you So she flipped the sh** around, now you lookin' funny Stopped comin' 'round, now you actin' all funny Don't even pick up the phone for a n***a unless it's money (wow) sh**tin' on your man got me feelin' like a dummy Never thought you would play me for some bunny, f**ed n***a You know the real love come before the riches You know the saying, n***a, money over b**hes (MOB, n***a) Even better, bros over hoes Only s**a a** n***as sell they souls over gold (Type of n***a like you) can't put a price on integrity Naw - flippin' over hoes, homie, never me Naw - 'cause I'm what you call a real n***a If you ain't that, we ain't even tryin' to deal with ya p**y... [Verse 2:] Yeuh Watch me Aye Okay I think about her every now and then I think about the time we used to spend I think about the trips we used to take I think about the love we used to make I think about, I think about our first and last date I think about how we can never be I think about how we never agreed Unh, unh, unh, look, look Why I'm thinking 'bout her crazy a**? Cause she a diamond in the ruff and I can't let it pa** Still in college, still live with her mama But she don't let a n***a pay when I say that I got it When she goin' through hard times, I put dough in her pocket She take it out, give it to me, then tell me to stop it She say she got her own dreams and her own goals And all I need is your support down the long road I told her that she got that That's why she never on the market 'cause I locked that Yeuh – yeuh