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, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh, yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
JJ (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)
(Damn, you fine) you feel me?
Let's bounce, y'all

Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think you'll find
Who's goin' home with you tonight?

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 (that's right)
Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know? (It's true)
When you sue me, you gonna be broke, you know? (Go on then)
Ain't know way that you could bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy (sleazy)
Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me (come on)
You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me
(I bet you think this song is about you)
What made you think I'd keep you 'round? While I
Work my a- off and you just lounge (come on)
You slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you gonna steal from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? (Yeah)
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her after she discovers (yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag out (yeah, uh, come on)
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up

I bet you think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout?) Yeah
I bet you think this song is about you
(I bet you) (who you talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
(Yeah, yeah) (who you talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)

(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 (yeah)
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys (yeah)
We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia (remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be the lead story on n- news
Never me, sucker, I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker (okay, baby)

You musta thought you had game like, "N- what?" ('Bout you)
Walking around like you down, you don't give, what?
But you don't really want beef (I bet you think this song is about you)
And take it to the streets
See I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, please, please, nah, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill wit' me (yeah, yeah)
You wanna beez in the street with the Freakniks (come on)
But now you all up on them knees, still jockin' me (yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
But I'ma say it real real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is it ill? Is ya sick? (Misdemeanor)
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real
Don't front 'cause, boy, I'm the sh- (I like that, let's go)

I'm doin' better with out you, playa (that's right)
And I'm happy without you, playa (that's right)
And this song is about you, playa (this about you)
Son of a gun (what? Come on, Janet)

Got a chip upon your shoulder (give me the bridge now)
I just knocked it off (uh, yeah, uh)
Show me what you gonna do
I ain't 'bout to run (I like this, come on, yeah)
You have just run out of ammunition (yeah, need it right here)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun (come on, son of a gun)

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Bad Boy, baby, yeah)
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? (No, no, no, no, no)
Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not what you say)
Who you gonna leave alone? (It's what you do)
Oh (you're so vain, go on)
What you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown (don't you, don't you, don't you)
Knockdown, drag down
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up (don't you?)

I bet you think this song is about you
(Don't you?) (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
(I bet you) (who you talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
(Uh, yeah, who you talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you (uh, yeah)
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Who you talkin' 'bout?)

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too (let's go)
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (just bounce)
(Janet, you look good) I like that
One more time, sing it for me one more time, baby, come on
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too (yeah)
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (just bounce, just bounce)