Janet Jackson – Son Of A Gun (Remix) (Feat .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 cuz 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 a** 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 & Carly Simon]

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.

Cuz 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?

Cuz I�m the deal, still here, what the feelin�

Is real, don�t front, cuz 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 & Carly]

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.