Janet Jackson — Son of a Gun The Original Flyte Tyme Remix

[Intro: Janet Jackson and Carly Simon and Missy Elliott] Ha-ha, hoo-hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfucker Try to have your cake and eat it too Missy, remix Yo, check this out, you greedy motherfucker 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 chilling, boy Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I makes my dough in just one show, 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 that you could bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha you don't need me You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you around While I work my ass off and you just lounge, huh? You slump, bump, son of a gun And uh, how much you worth? I think negative, done [Verse 1: Janet Jackson] Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everythin' that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind You got a sleazy one-track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's goin' home with you tonight [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson and Missy Elliot] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim That's right, like Oh (Oh!), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone That's what I'm talking about Oh (Oh!), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (Oh!), gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Shoot em' up [Chorus: Janet Jackson & 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 (yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you Don't you Don't you Don't you [Post-Chorus: Missy Elliott] Remix! I'm doing better without you And I'm happy without you [Verse 2: Janet Jackson] Sweatin' me but I'm not your type You think you irk me and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid bitch in my beach house Naw, I ain't gone go and act a fool And be lead story on the nigga news Never be your sucker I'll never be your lover Id rather make you suffer You stupid motherfucker [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson and Missy Elliot] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim That's right, like Oh (Oh!), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone That's what I'm talking about Oh (Oh!), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (Oh!), gonna be a showdown Missy Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Shoot em' up, come on [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walkin' round like you down, you don't give a fuck 'Cause you don't really want beef, I'll take it to the streets See, I'm a lover not a fighter, but I'll crack ya teeth Boy, plea plea nah don't bother me 'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me You wanna beez in the streets with the freaks neaks But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me But I ma say it real real, keep it real What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick (Misdemeanor!) Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I da shit [Post-Chorus: Missy Elliott] I'm doing better without you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa And this song is about you, playa Motherfuckin' son of a gun [Bridge: Janet Jackson] Got a chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shootin' blanks now You son of a gun [Spoken: Carly Simon] Missy, Janet, Carly [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson and Missy Elliot and Carly Simon] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim That's right, like Oh (Oh!), who you gonna lie to No, no, no, no, no Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone That's what I'm talking about It's not what you say, its what you do Oh (Oh!), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you Oh (Oh!), gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you Shoot em' up [Chorus: Janet Jackson & 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 (yeah, yeah) 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 Don't you [Outro: Janet Jackson] Ha-ha, hoo-hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfucker Try to have your cake and eat it too I'm gone