"Son Of A Gun (Remix)" lyrics - MISSY ELLIOTT

(Janet)
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too
(Missy Elliott)
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chillin' boy
Whatcha goin' get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know
Ain't no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ain't want me, anyway you wanted to be me
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my ass off while you just lounge around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done
(Janet)
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your work until you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
(Janet (Missy))
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot 'em up
(Janet and Carly Simon)
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you
(Missy)
I'm doin' better without you, and I'm happy without you
(Janet)
Sweatin' me but I'm not you're type
You think you irk 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 gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****
(Janet (Missy))
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot 'em up
(Missy)
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a...
But you don't really wanna be forgot into the streets
I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, 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'm gonna say it real, real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, what the feelin'
Is real, don't front, 'cause boy I'm the...
I'm doin' better without you, playa, and I'm happy without you, playa
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet
(Janet)
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun
(Missy)
Missy, Janet, Carly
(Janet (Missy))
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot 'em up
(Carly (over Janet and Missy))
No, no, no, no, no, it's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
(Janet and Carly)
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you
(Janet)
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too