Artist: Cuban Link f/ Big Pun Album: 24K (Promo Copy) * Song: Cheat on Her Typed by: Stus49@mail.ru * album was never officially released Yea, and anotha one Big Pun baby, Big Pun baby Tony Sunshine, Cuban Link now baby Terror Squad baby, Terror Squad baby Terror Squad baby [Chorus 1 - Tony Sunshine] Cheat on her If shes gonna cheat on you A lil crushing, at a hot lil spot At a rendevouz Cheat on her If shes gonna cheat on you Cuz shes gettin nasty wit ya best friend Nate Or ya brother too [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Aiyo excuses excuses I'm sick of this bullshit its useless You're ruthless, you accused of me cheatin But wat you proved miss? The truth is, you keep flippin too much of those loose lips Is it because I got the chicks feelin my music If the shoe fits, wear it Yo you be thinkin I'm stupid Actin like you dont do shit, I studied ya movements And uve been too slick since they first introduced us Ya used to be in every dance club in the U.S. You should think before you speak Tryin to blame it all on me Eager to beat so you could leave and have a cheap excuse to cheat See I kno the game baby, You been actin strange lately A lil deranged you changed you aint the same lady Playin me shady claimin that I'm runnin trains daily Sayin you hate me maybe its the fame thats makin you crazy Maybe its me and jus the way that I see it Better believe it, if I never got caught I never cheated Keep it real even the sweetest girls be cheatin at will Then you see em chillin like you and dont be feelin no guilt Willin to deal wit it givin you dat devious grill Cuz she feels you did it so shes gettin even to heal I know da deal [Chorus 2] Cheat on her If shes gonna cheat on you She lookin kinda classy But you find her at ya house, comment talez vouz Cheat on her If shes gonna cheat on you She sumthin nasty Wit the whole Terror Squad foundation boo [Verse 2 - Big Pun] Thought I was livin low key Official pimp daddy ol' G My whole steez was drinkin, hittin, and throwin trees But don't sleep a freak aint always a mack Then I found out my lil sweet was blowin out backs She was lonely in track, started sippin Bacardi Met sum pimp at a party, now she strippin at Ardy's Pop the whip on a Harley Mad kickin the body, finally slipped at a hottie Gripped the politic at menagie Party round more trains at a third world Fuck its ver-hell, Mind you this used to be a church concert Wit sum words filled, jus knowin I'm responsible When I sleep all I see is Mandingo throwin and King-Kongin' you Can't rest, its like I'm x-ed for life How much respect should be spendin niggas know he sexin ya wife Professional advice, ignore the whores and the hooters Jus brains that are hard, very much more than a bruiser More than a loser, cuz I lost love in the fast lane Next time I'll think twice before I give away my last name Its mad strain, mad strife mad stressful but its a man's game Aiyo why you be mad? [Tony Sunshine] I'm sorry is all that I can say I cheated, I pleaded I'm sorry [Chorus 1 & 2] Shes gonna find out one day It's done for life Ooooooo, oh ohhhhh