Rza - You're All I Need lyrics

[Refrain: Mary J. Blige and sampled Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we f**ing die together To get by You're all, I need [Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we f**ing die together] To get by [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, baby it'll be okay Now that's real to a brother like me baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And I'mma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-a** crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'mma make sure we be Living in the effin lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me But you did, now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my n***a [Refrain x2] [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life, I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life to you [Verse 2] I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo It be true me for you, that's how it is I be your knower, you be my Wiz I'm your Mister, you my Misses with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please We on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation, cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love [Refrain] [Outro: Method Man] I'm sick of police Cheeba cheeba y'all And you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical Like sweet morning dew Yeah yeah I took one look at you Cootie in the chair, Tical And it was plain to see Cheeba cheeba y'all You were my destiny, baby Cheeba cheeba y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah What's that sh** that they be smoking No romance without finance for now Baby, please, ninety-five Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha Man woman and child, yeah