Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - P. Diddy Remix

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have the cake and eat it too

(Let's go)

This... is...

The... remix

(Now, that's that shit right here)

Bad Boy, baby

Janet, J.J. (This goes out to all the clubs, ya feel me?)

The one and only and you fine, Miss

Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts

Baby gigolo, sex pistol

Hollerin' at everythin' that walks

No substance just small talk

Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind

You gotta sleezy, one track mind

Working your work until you think you find

Who's goin' home with you tonight?

I, changed all the credit cards

And, switched the locks 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 (easy)

Any chick that you stick is real sleazy

Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me

You ain't want me anyway, 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 (This is the remix)

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to

Who you gonna steal it from

Who's your next victim (the right, like)

Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on

Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)

Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her

After she discovers, you don't really love her

Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out

Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?), don't you, don't you

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

By the way, this is the remix!

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 the lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucker

I'll never be your lover

I'd rather make you suffer

You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)

You must have thought you had game, like nigga, what?

Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a fuck

But you don't really wanna beef and take it to the streets

See I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth

Boy I plead please, nah, don't bother me

'Cause when you had me you ain't know how to chill wit' me

You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies

But now you all up on them knees, still joggin' me

But I'mma say it real, real, keep it real

What the deal, how you feel, is ya ill, is ya sick (Misdemeanor)

'Cause I'm the deal, still here, with appeal and it's real

Don't front, 'cause boy I'm 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 (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 (nigga right here)

Shootin' blanks now

You son of a gun

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to

Who you gonna steal it from

Who's your next victim

Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on

Who you gonna leave alone

Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers, you don't really love her

Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out

Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?), don't you, don't you

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too