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f/ Method Man[N-Tyce]When it comes to a secret, maybe, if you downI got a man, yet I'm known to sneak aroundHuh, I just can't help but mingleIf a cutie steps up, a think the fuck and say I'm singleI'm down wit runnin' games, I know it's a shameBut when I kiss, I never give 'em my real nameI'm not a hooker, but I'm the good lookerKnown to flirt, lookin' good in a tight skirtNow I'm back to my man, and help these beginAnd know how I'm sorta messin' wit his best friendWe were first introduced at a partyOkay, I admit that I was naughty lookin' at his bodyPrime example of a typical chipmunkMy booties kinda thick so you know I'm pullin' niggas quickLook but don't touch, no need to rushWe can get together if you kept it on the hush hush[Chorus: N-Tyce (Method Man)]I won't tell if you won't tellNowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush tip(I won't tell if you won't tellNowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush)[N-Tyce]If he doesn't know, how can it hurt?My mans should of known from the jump, that I'm a chick, no nut workWhy do you think I got the name N-Tyce?Why do you think all the fellas be lookin' twice?I am what I am and that's a fly chickPeople compare me to Rick because I'm so "slick"Now check it out, I was coolin' wit my girlfriendsWalkin' by mad guys, gettin' more whistles than a whirlwindYeah, that's what we was hearin'Walk a little closer, baby, as we were starin'At this one and that one, I spotted this fly kidIt was my mans best friend starin' weak in his eye lidYo, I must admit that I was shockedI mean, my man's best friend sneakin' up on my jock?Could I get caught? I think my chances were slimI mean, yo, what's my man got to do with him? Heh[Chorus][instrumental break][N-Tyce]No rings on my finger, so I'm cheatin'Coolin' wit my man's best friend, now, trickA freak can do wit a thought, that ya best friend would sneakBehind ya back, every week wit ya girl in his sackI'm not dumb, I knew that was the plan of my manTo test me, to see if I would kick it wit his friendBut, um, I'm a tough act to followWhen it comes to runnin' games, call me ChicagoMatter fact, there ain't a brother that can hangDidn't, now ya know, that N-Tyce is my nameYou try to play me like a GenesisNow it's time for me to step off, I gotta put an end to thisI can have my cake and eat it tooBut, you both get the boot, huh, lookin' for someone newYou got played, now you want me to keep it on the hush hush?Another bites the dust[Chorus][Outro: Method Man (N-Tyce)]Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical(Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back, uhSneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back)
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