Have mercy.. mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy. Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh-ohhhh-ohhh.. Have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me Now, now, when my boo let me break 'em off, freaky when we makin love I can do shit to you that'll make you shake in lust Comin through how I be stoppin off, kinky when I make you cum How could you wanna do shit that'll make me break the trust? Shoulda knew you were sheisty the way you lick me on my body and actin shady when I'm out the crib, lightly Cause somethin bogus just to fight me spite me all in my area plus I'm a Sagittarius, you a Pisces For some reason we be clickin like we on business but you be on some bullshit Askin me where I go, what I do, how I kick it Won't you get with it baby girl, I don't cheat on you and pull shizz Now who don't wanna roll on, chrome with then go home with Get you to the crib, give you some grown dick I let you hold my pounds down, purchasin you phones and fits How many times I told you, I ain't known shit But you steady don't listen even though it's your friends that listen Gotta have trust, but you won't back up on a couple I'll catch you wishin Claimin that I'm fuckin on another bitch and all in my privacy on no premonition, you trippin Tell me why do you - doubt a brother, in one ear and out the other Cause in my shirt you done found number You steady lurkin while I was up in the shower dumpin all of my pants pockets, trippin cause you done found a rubber And all I gotta say is. That's not right (that's not right) Snoopin through my things (you snoopin baby, snoopin baby) I don't do it to you (I don't do it, I don't do it) You shouldn't do that to me (I don't do it to you) That's not right (that's not right) Snoopin through my things (snooooopin through my things) I don't do it to you (and I sho' wouldn't do it) You shouldn't do that to me (I ain't gon' do it to you) I was sittin in the front just watchin videos Readin my magazine, my Vibe magazine, yeah I coulda sworn that I turned my damn 2-Way off But damn I heard it ring, I think I heard it ring, yeahhh If it's somethin that you think that's wrong got you feelin insecure I'm grown - baby let me know, and then I'll let you know Cause I'm the one that's footin the bills And I'm not the wrong one, that's for real You can get your shit and go, gooooo! Now you don't see me all up in your dresser drawers You don't see me goin through your Jag You don't see me in your celli; you don't see me searchin through your thongs, and you don't see me though your Gucci bag Baby you got the shabazz; sometimes you need a swift, kick up the ass just to to see how far a foot can go Would you wash it and took it slow, couldn't though Pressure cookin low, bitch I hope you find what you lookin fo' I'm losin focus from fuckin witchu, don't get me charged Come in from a show, my whole closet be picked apart If anybody should be paranoid in this motherfucker it should be me I'm the one smokin hydro by the jars You need to leave my stuff alone, go and get some business of your own cause me and you ain't spendin precious time together Baby don't touch mine, I shouldn't need a "don't touch" sign I ain't explainin nothin, you can find whatever And all I gotta say is. Now when I get up in your ooh-watcha-katcha Move to the mm-ch-ka mm-ch-ka mm-ahh, don't lie You peepin the details of my fax, mail and voice mail and E-mail and why sugar, don't try to come up with the justification for what you doin The relationship's about to be ruined for what you persuin Steadily tryna see who I'm screwin like I'm fuckin the nation It's nothin but hatin that the homies be doin Spittin rumors all up in your ear, tension in the atmosphere Baby what's the mission here, listen here You lookin for numbers and fist in hair It must be here for a reason so quit before I have to make you disappear I can do without you pokin through pockets Prophecy's potent, whatchu peepin fo'? I hate the way that all this time to tell what I been thinkin shoulda told you when I thought about it a week ago But now I'm tellin you.