No More (Cuban Linx 2000)

No More(Cuban Linx 2000) - Ruff endz/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
(Yo  what up law  wassup  wassup baby  Talk to me)
Yo  Shorty yo  it ain't even like it's really  it's really  messing with me son
But it's messing with me  man  for real man
Aight  but you know what  Don't even let it get to you
Like you told me  birds is birds
After you lovin 'em  they fly away  son
They fly  yeah yeah  you're right  you're right
(Know I mean  It's like that man) Yeah
(Word up )
One in the morning tryin to sneak in
Caught the weace and start beefin  I'm leavin
And leave  stop speakin yo  no static
Go get that sh*t up in the attic
That old sh*t look better  kept it so you have sh*t
The ice  take it off  no loss
Knew you was an Indian giver ni**a
Besides  that's the way I floss  yea
I'm buggin now  actin like an old lady
It's real  a ni**a got mines  she sleepin without pagin me
Baby  relax  sit back and chill (yeah)
Just give me a second
And let me tell you how I feel
Cause all around town you've been steppin' out
Runnin' your mouth about
What made you think I wouldn't find out
Wasn't I there for you
Truly cared for you
Maybe my love was just too good
Could've had it good  now the love is gone
And went back to your hood with the 54-11's on
Does he lace you with the finer things
Does he make ya wanna scream his name
Does he hit it from the front to back
Did you let him break it down like that
Should've told me the love was gone
Never thought that you'd do me wrong
Girl I though that your love was strong
Till I saw you with another man
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
I saw you on the Ave' in the Nav'
In the backseat B's  spilling Henney in his lap
Thought it was me that you was all about
But I'm having doubts cause I see you tryna play me out
But when the brother called the crib with beef
Didn't I represent you when I caught him in the streets
So let me get the keys to Lex and no more checks
And no more hanging baguettes around your neck  babe
Does he lace you with the finer things
Does he make ya wanna scream his name
Does he hit it from the front to back
Did you let him break it down like that
Should've told me the love was gone
Never thought that you'd do me wrong
Girl I though that your love was strong
Till I saw you with another man
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
Yeah  eh yo  eh yo  eh yo  eh yo
You met me with a big blow out
African bangel  left hand Gucci  ling braces on my ankle
At the shark bar we at Shaq sh*t
Ballplayer stats  40 plus  son hit twenty-somethin baskets
Turn for a second  stop  Son caught my eye  yo 'vine
Bet you out bag her on the first stop
Peace booby  love you beauty  rock yours truly
Ghostface and who is she  That's my girlfriend
I want you and your girl to grab me  Tonka's
Be careful boo  I got carrots on (Word )
Carry on  so we stepped back to the bar
The disc jockey threw in the car
Toxi' seen me  so what time is it
Your back was out  passin we bounced to the powder room
Beggin me  I f**ked you for an hour in the room
And when we finished  you was on stuck
Jamal Arief came through  started dartin
And you jumped up in my man's truck
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP's  no more dough
We can't even kick it no more