Eve
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Yo, yo
Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic
Why this, why that, lips stop askin
Listen to me baby, relax and start passin
Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic
This one strong should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin
Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin
Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion
None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine
Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it
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Gwen
Stefani
And if I had to give you up
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
Eve
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?)
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
Now while you grittin your teeth
Frustration baby you gotta breathe
Take alot more that you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine
Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines
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Eve
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl
Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on
Chorus
I'm
just trying to be me. . . to be me
Chorus
One.
. .Cause I really wanna see the world
Two. . . Always knew I was a super girl
Three. . . Staying laced in diamonds and pearls (to be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl
Chorus
Uh oh
When I was broke cats was like do that
Now that I got something cats is like screw that
They wish I could've blew that
Back with them complaining
Spassing, stressed out, not maintaining
I move on speak shit so far from so long
You the one that made me go forth and go on
Blew up called me cherry bomb
Changed my hair from blonde
Mad cause I can go investigate the whole Gucci line
Let me live niggas, did this with my own rhymes
Publishing's a motherfucker baby and I own mines
Worked hard. . . I deserve the best in life
She stay clean. . . I deserve to be dressed up right
She spits mean. . . God definitely blessed her right
We can all buy diamonds and furs nothing to tell
We can all buy the mall with nothing to sell
Your career's dead wrong, change your style, wear a vail
Chorus
Chorus
Mad cause we got shit
Dropped what I dropped shit
Mad cause we killing it
All we do is drop hits
Long cash, twenty-one, investigating in stock shit
Call the ??? long so I could cock shit
Now I'm supposed to down play all the things I want in my life
Got my own money now, ain't gotta be nobody wife
Only if I want to, not cause I need to
Choose the situations I do and do not go through
I told you I was gonna make it big, gonna grow
This is dedicated to all of the haters that didn't know
But they know who it was
Haters created my buzz
Talking about me made people wonder who she was
And I'm here now
Going on my second year now
Fuck it, we could take it there, keep at a stare down
Now I think that my message is clear now
That bitch E-V-E singing what you hear now
Chorus
Chorus
Traveling to me away was Atlantic City
Now, float me in a boat in the Atlantic feel me
Gotta come to the table with something cause I got mine
Gotta spoil Eve royally, not just like pipe line
Say I ain't your type (lying), matches make you jelly
I said it before, I can fill my own belly
Uh, need you for what
Get in where you fit in, if you can
I'mma keep it comfortable, that's my plan
Understand
I'm just trying to be me, bubble and Philly bitch
Coarse I'mma boss and floss, I ain't no silly bitch
Bet she come fully equipped from chips to whip
Keys to her own crib, big shit to grip
I'm living it down, so ya simmer it down
Went from Ooh sheek to Oh I remember her now
Niggas couldn't stand her, now they wanna give her a pound
Wanna know her cause my feet is planted in the ground
Chorus
Uh,
c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, Well you can keep that
Cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
To make sure I made it mine
Cuz you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
Cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
Cuz we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin everything sweet
But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin to make a quick flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch
Chorus
Where
my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Where my bitches chasin stacks?
You know where we at
Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
Cuz I gotta have it
I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like I aint workin overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
Only into big things
All day spit game
Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
I be up, late night
Tryin to get my papes right
After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight
Thought they had us figure out
Cuz we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga Swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin out
But never cuz I'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think I'm leaving, not at all I'm havin to much fun shee-it
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Uh, yo
Y'all niggas must be buggin out
The industry we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick
Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
Too late, cuz it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon! C'mon! Uh! Uh! What! What! C'mon!
BOUNCE [30X]
Chorus
Da
Brat
get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
Ayo Brat
Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious cuz I'm the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus on the ass that's fat
And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timin is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really
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Eve
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
Trina
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas shit
We aint havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
Iced out, drippin in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
It's good and wet
After just one fuck, you won't forget
I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man
Cuz I'm a hot bitch...
Mo'Nique
Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that
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Eve
Uh, yo
When three raw bitches get together it's off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only fuck with the realest, don't associate with lames
How the fuck can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon' understand from the rest of my lines
Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve
You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released
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Swizz
Beatz
Yo stop the tape, hold on
Listen man, this Swizz
It's not a game, it's goin down
We ain't playin wit y'all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doin this for the.. two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
World, premiere
World, premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Stop..
Chorus 1
Swizz
Beatz
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Chorus 2
Swizz
Beatz
Now - ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Chorus 1
Eve
Uhh, yo
Aiiyo, aiiyo
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playin
Swizz got niggaz screamin "Dog, you O-Din"
Do what I do best
Spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without sayin
See you stallin on the floor
What you standin for?
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
What you ballin for?
Crabs that ain't got nuttin to add
What you callin for?
Ladies - this one's for you
Get ya party flowin right now
Baby, no time to relax
Niggaz tryna holla
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
And if he actin cheap
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
Send a bottle wit a note
Sip, get ya teeth wet
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
Drag-On
So niggaz where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggaz at?
Killaz where yo clickaz at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
[two claps] Clap twice [two claps] I'm that nice
Ya funny faggots like Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
I walk and talk my shit
Breaka, breaka, one, nine
Eve let them bitches know
Three runnin wit the flow
We gonna block them though
Then we gonna lock the door
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
Drag-On
Yo, yo
In the club we get our niggaz in
We pay off security
Same niggaz that couldn't get in
Ya niggaz remember me
Eve
Aiiyo
Ladies - where you at?
Stuck up, don't reply
Where you at? (here we go!)
Thats right, keep it live
Drag-On
West Coast, we could ride
East Coast, fuckin live
Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that
Make 'em bounce that
Eve
Nigga this here nasty
Keep the shit rockin
Always Double-R, keep shit knockin
Drag-On
You know how Ruff Ryders do
You push, we "Ryde or Die" all you
I got heat to make the steam boil
Eve
Heard you was frontin on the camp niggaz
Stop that hot shit, all day
Clown yeah, we got that
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Chorus 2
Swizz Beatz
Ya ain't ready for this shit right here
Ya ain't ready for this thing right here
Bounce! Bounce! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Swizz Beatz!
I keep my chain sippin
Two-thousand-and-one
Put fire on ya ass!
We gon' peep that fire on ya ass!
Lets go
That's right
Play the shit right
Eve
This song is a dedication to those strugglin and livin on
For those who can't see the light, it's comin
Stay strong, feel me.. [echoes]
Teena Marie
Ooohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, oooohhhhhhh, oohhhohhhhh..
Chorus
Teena
Marie
Livin life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Livin life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars
Eve
Uhh, uhh
Thank you God, I appreciate every blessin
Happiness to heartaches, take it as a lesson
I learned a lot in this year
Got a profession that keeps me stressin
Facin criticism, answerin questions
And you still keep me happy and healthy
Blessed with a mind to play the cards that life has dealt me
No doubt I struggle, I cry at times
Sometimes I wish I could live in a bubble
And it gets hard not to stray to trouble
I'm proud of me, got a family that holds me down
Real friends 'cause the other ones claim they don't know me now
But long as God with me, I'ma be good for sure
He's the one who picks me up when my face is to the floor
Life is crazy, people never cease to amaze me
Stay with stories by how they made me or raised me
And it's funny, 'cause everybody seems to be so hungry
Either they want my life, or they want my money
Chorus
Teena Marie
How can life be so hard?
How can my life be so hard?
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong
Every day I pray to God
Every day I pray
Whatever doesn't kill me makes me strong
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Eve
Uhh, been through a lot
Still gotta watch my back 'cause people plot
Close is to do you dirty just so they can take your spot
Some days I feel like I wanna quit
But I pray too long and dreamed and worked too hard for it
Wouldn't trade my life, none even a little bit
Cause it could be worse for real, I could be turnin tricks
Might bitch and whine but always just in the back of my mind
I could be livin on the streets, nothin to eat without a dime
So I thank God, and I think why 'cause life's hard
Meet a lot of people but always I'm puttin up my guard
Cause you never know, some people snakes
Some people give a lot but mostly not, most people take
A lot of smilin claimin realness but most people fake
Still gotta smile, 'cause that's what it takes
Sometimes it's lonely
I feel like people see me really don't know me
But my best friend is Him, and I know He'll hold me
Chorus
Eve
Uhh, uhh
I got a lotta people on my side protectin me
Dee, Waah, Chivon, and the family
Gotta thank God for them 'cause they keep me right
I also thank Him every day for the love of my life
I thank Him, for this gift just to be able to write
and rock crowds that scream my name, able to excite
Thank God for my fans; I love the way they love me
Happy that I'm comfortable, eatin, livin lovely
I love my life, still there's the pressure and pain
So I make sure that I'm grounded and able to maintain
Alotta people think I'm lucky, travelin and hangin out
But if they only knew, I +WISH+ I could be hangin out
I'm bangin out hits, in the studio I'm livin low
Makin plans to last a lifetime, make sure I'm gettin dough
Huh, come on, just so the people know
Uhh, come on, just so the people know
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Chorus
Stephen
Marley
Yo, Eve
This is Steve [Laughing]
Yeah we telling, ya know how in the club
Hook this up together
Give me a call when you get the message
Rasta
Damien Marley Eve
Now this one is elementary
We going to end it for the century
Ruff Ryder evolution presentary
Rag-a-muffin play-mentry
Yo (Uh, Come On, yo) Bumba
Chorus
Eve
No,
No, No
You don't love me and I know now
Chorus
Eve
Cause
you left me baby
And I got no place to go now
No, No, No
I'll do any thing you say boy
Eve
Damien Marley
Cause if you ask me baby
I'll get on my knees and pray boy
Uh huh uh, uh huh (yo) uh huh (yo)
Eve
You
say that you love me but how could you lie
You say that you love me but why could you lie
How could you take my heart and leave me with
I don't know why
Chorus
Chorus
Eve
Yo,
yo, yo
Wha'mn, yu nuh si yuh, brown skin
Pretty face, Eve comin at you like Bumba, see you waist
Slim nice and round thing, momma say what a disgrace
Mumma wahn kill her cuz dem lover is a panty chase
A nuh my fault, mih mumma make me go
Most dem lover style, even them say she rude
A nuh lie me a lie, the truth speak tru she
Boy, them make fi luv us still a chat bout me
Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die chat bout we
Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die chat bout we
We, we, we
Damien Marley
Max to my respect to my girl I love the best
But when you left me it's like a bullet to my chest
Now I'm not the same, I got a bullet proof vest
Knocked off my feet I pleaded no contest
Sleepless nights without no sleep or rest
This is ragamuffin, Junior Gong comin' next
Take it no more, I had to make a confess
Sometimes I feel I'm in the Wild, Wild West
Lost the love I had now I live to the death
Stephen Marley Damien Marley
Se woman a tell me lie, a give me long story line
Oh, sincerely yours, it could be sincerely mine
But listening to promises what a fool am I
Can somebody tell me? You know all his life
I'm just trying to be friendly, but I'm losing my mind
Mi notice that your moving physically on time
Use to be rubber ducky late nights no wine
Miss the loveliness of the body old whine
Well, might as well you shoot me with a new cold 9
Sweet one above me; is so hard to find
And I know you don't love me, I'm reading the signs
Cause there's no where to go now you've left me behind
(Now it's TRUE, TRUE) that I loved you for truth
(TRUE, TRUE) she stick like ankle glue
(TRUE, TRUE) I make your gray skies blue
(TRUE, TRUE) you want me pers-nal boo
Chilling up on the house our love be that strong
DJ's got to plays on the one's and two's
Chorus
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Chorus
Eve DMX
Get that ass up and Scream Double R (What!)
We ain't going nowhere we made it this far (Uh -1st time come on - 2nd)
Let me see my, my dogs [growls]
Let me hear my, my dogs [Barks]
DMX
Uh,
What, Uh, My Baby,
My, Baby, That's my baby COME ON!
DMX
Time to hit y'all cats with another joint from Eve and the dog
And you know how we do baby creep in the fog
Now hold it down for the fellas, hold it down for the girls
Keep motherfuckers knowing this rap shit is our world (WHAT!)
Been there and done that (UH), had fun where the run at (UH)
Don't got to shoot a motherfucker no more so put the gun back (UH)
Pay niggas to do that, cause they a lot better at it
Keep the burner in the truck cause well you got to have it (aight)
It's an unwritten law (uh huh)
Let a faggot open that unwritten door (uh huh)
Hit 'em with four (uh) hairline to the jaw (WHAT!)
That's what I'm aiming at
We going to get that nigga X aight well keep saying that
Eve I wish you the best and I'll always love you (what)
Never hear me say FUCK YOU because I love you (what)
Always here for you when somebody else is not (uh)
A dog and his bitch blowing up the spot
Come on
Chorus
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Eve
It should be against the law, me and the dog like a brawl
And the only thing that can help you is God and you should call on him
Weak sight, the streets like, creep like
Cause they got each other's she bark and he bite
It ain't strange you cats know the name
Double R scream it bubble hard it's a shame
Realest niggas doing it, them clowns they ruin it
Shut 'em down give 'em pounds cause palms go glue in it
Sticky finger niggas steal each other's style
Claiming how they started things not original
Cats they get caught up in the glitter and glam
If that's the case you should be considered a fan
I'm like tired of the same beats that claim streets
Doing nothing but ducking from the hood got the same speech
Only one you feeling is you niggas know the deal
Industry, fuck it, in the streets keep it real, nigga
Chorus
Chorus
DMX
Since the beginning we both knew we was winning
Cause we been in all type of shit (uh) but kept on spitting, hitting
Niggas in the head with that shit that let 'em know it was the truth
So they feel that cause it's real black (WHAT!)
We never going to stop (uh), no matter what they say (uh)
No matter what they do (uh) they'll never take it away (Come On)
What the Lord give you let no man curse
E-V-E and DMX from the birth to the earth
Eve
Why they sick cause we still close thought that it was over
Cats trying to tear us apart dogs got closer
All the shit we deal with only make us stronger
Try to do a lot of shit but they can't belong to
For real niggas scared us, steady catching them bluffing
What you say shut up nigga saying much of nothing
Act like they don't want it but they demand it
Double R keep it hard and niggas can't stand it
Chorus
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Eve
They usually hate her when she comes around
Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground
Next break into that who we what a sound
Heads boppin, never fails once the Doc's around
Hatin the fact that she do things on both sides
But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right?
Lady like in many ways
Because in trust I can be crazy like on any day
Some do they dirt but best believe in time they pay
Do believe in lettin shit chill til the promised day
Huh, seems they just fade away
I love it cuz them clowns they just paved the way
Left it wide open got no time to play
Mad cuz shit changed got no time to stay
Considered snobby then just hate me I don't give a fuck
Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up...
HOOK
Styles
Eve don't give a fuck about you
That's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch
That's what it is
But she gon' stay ladylike
That's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like
That's what it is
Think I got your house shot
That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt
That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed
That's what it is
Cuz we don't give a fuck about you
That's what it is
Styles
I aint got a moment to waste
I'm tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face
And they can't see your eyes or your nose
Why P? Cuz 4, 5 slugs is consumin the space
This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the Scorpion
I don't stop poppin 'til your body don't breathe
Clap more than the audience, after the show
Stab more than the butcher, and I'm kinda righteous
So I'ma help you pray for the Lord when I push ya
She the First Lady, I'm the ghost with the gun
Aimed at your son that'll love to burst crazy
Ruff Rydin the clique, come up outta your shit
Get clapped in the wig, sold alotta records
But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids
Gat to the back and the ribs
We the hood, even Holiday bitch that's what it is
HOOK
Eve
Broke out and got grown, holdin her own
That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong
I don't even fuck around 'less your head strong
Aint too many that's around that can match they mind blown
Can't figure her out
Is she street, sweet, gutter, I'm from the hood
Alotta y'all niggas gold
This bitch two million sold
And I just figured that I'd make it known
Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you crossfire
Thought you was the realest you said you caught liar
Any time you at where I be, I'ma try you
HOOK
Drag-On
I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim
cuz bullets make your feet fast
we throw babies in the trash
Drag don't play with little gats
crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs
and quarter pounds
bitch place your order now stay in line
I only fuck with broke niggas
that stright depend on crime
you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap
cuz in jail they'll put your cap where
your ass at you ass black
projects thats where Drag at
yea ya got heart
but if I don't got my gun
thats where ya gonna get stabbed at
boy as a young I never grabbed that toy
Drag was taught to grab that and ask
"where the cash at"
Sheek
you think we shoot his pocket sides
deuce decuce and 25's
you ain't takin' em' nigga
you threatenin' lives
I ain't frontin motherfucker
I don't shoot no legs
I'm tryna see if your brains
really look like eggs
or is it just that commercial
your brain on drugs
now it's a total different look
from these shotgun slugs
to get rich it could take less than two days
I'm like them little beepers
halfs and bullets two-ways
fuck vests my shit go throught toupèès
I'ma thug in New York
and when I'm on your set
we the apartment where they filmed
good times at
bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga
Chorus
I'ma
thug in da streetz and I know what to do
if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang
Chorus
Styles
weight on my back
hate in my heart
blood in my eye
foot on the gas
blunt in my mouth
lovin the ride
hand on the gun
ear to the street
back to the wall
mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll
Jadakiss
I got niggas in jail
crack in the hood
hustle in south
fiends and customers
that run in your house
I got family ties
I'm handy with knives
I live my life in the ghetto
nose candy and nines
I'm deeper than most
sleep wit it close
wake wit a demon
have visions of the whole
world shaking and screaming
Styles
I was born to be a leader
but if the game was dirty
I was born to be a cheater
you talking to me greasy
I was going to get the heater
Jadakiss
you tell me what you know about blow
gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner
frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima
Styles
lyin in the cut
the gun is straight running
like a tire on the trucks
if he is real or a liar
put the plyer to his nuts
or the fire to his guts
Jadakiss
cuz niggas is too soft
that heat make niggas cool off
fuck ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts
Styles
So we can be back in effect
I throw the barrel to the back of your neck
and hop back in the vette (corvette)
Jadakiss
cuz everybody is a felon with loot
cuz they say rap is like dust
Styles and Jadakiss
and we the only ones sellin' the juice
Chorus
I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang
Chorus
Eve
bitches is so sick
they throw up
so scared they don't even
come around in places that I show up
go ahead nigga put your dough up
me against who nigga grow up
bitches choke can't even get their flow up
I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in da industry
actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be
chickens lost steady worryin' bout
who's dick is tossed
stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone
but I ain't mad
cuz I ain't gon' pass it on
callin' askin can you get on my shit
cuz your cash is gone
you won't get no sales off of me
bitch please
pitbull run with dogs
I don't like fleas
Chorus
Chorus
I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang
back to top
Uh,
uh
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Can I turn you on by my word's spell?
Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the do-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that?
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain't changed game game around me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't messin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch check what I've been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I ownin' dot coms'
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you listenin to other shit?
You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there
Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior,
Same way they get down I get down for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any questions
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless,
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her
All ball is played, won't starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down
Make em love me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame
Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
First
time I seen your face I was like damn
Put your arm around my waist I was like man
Gentle with the touch I ain't fuss still a strong hand
I ain't know if I should lust or play it like a man
True I'm human like you but gotta play it smart
Questions I gotta ask for we get this start
Pulse racing fast damn can you feel my heart
Got me feeling wild yeah you doin your playa part
Tryin to feel you up excuse me I mean feel you out
What your life like tell me what your mind about
Oh you ain't even trynna share no secrets straight to bis
Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids
One word answers oh I ain't feeling that
Then the pain for american express black
But I'm a play it cool and let you think you running things
You seem official long as you ain't runnin names
you ain't getting none
his touch it really turns me on
this message comes from me to you
please stop touchin on me (you know you want it)
but I got go
you
ain't getting none
his touch it really turns me on
this message comes from me to you
please stop touchin on me (you know you want it)
but I got go
Listen baby you know that I'm attracted to you crazy
but I ain't gonna play stupid so you can try to play me
You ain't really tellin me shit and trynna slay me
And on the real this quiet shit is startin to drive me crazy
The only thing that's keepin me still is sex appeal
Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you
Know what I like on me gotta keep it real
Something in my mind sayin that you probably got the skills
but I ain't giving in your friends they feminine
And I don't know how many of them you might be swimmin in
but them lips though make me wanna try my luck
Straight thug what I love and you got me stuck
Cause you dress right I'm supposed to be pressed right
But on the real you got me thinking if I could be blessed tonight
Let me stop thinking these things it's not polite
I wanna give it to you raw but i'mma put up a fight
you ain't getting none
his touch it really turns me on
this message comes from me to you
please stop touchin on me (you know you want it)
but I got go
you
ain't getting none
his touch it really turns me on
this message comes from me to you
please stop touchin on me (you know you want it)
but I got go
From subliminal seduction not really touchin
but like rubbin actin like you wantin nothin
Your eyes say it all playboy but you no rushin
Treat me like your pray only your sexual huntin
I'm runnin frontin cause really I'm wantin to
Let you lay me down pound for pound we be crushin
I'm tight vexed cause I'm really dwellin on the sex
Chills up my spine the way you smellin up my neck
I'm like putty in your hands I gotta keep my composure
Plus I'm trynna remember how long I really known ya
You make it hard fightin you off is like a job
but I'm doin good so far body startin to throb
Should I give in ready to open my garage
and let you park in the dark but damn I gotta
Fight you off gotta roll out but before I leave
You need know that dinner was lovely but I really gotta go
Chorus
You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad
Chorus
Uh, uh
How should I start it off
You must have thought me soft
Like it was all good to move on and cross me off
We never shared secrets
We wasn't fucking raw
Helped you when you were down and now you got the fucking gawl
We used to be so tight
We was each others life
You was my husband and no doubt I was your fucking wife
Did anything you ever asked of Eve
You turned out to be a devil nigga I couldn't believe
Sneaking numbers out my phone
Calling bitches on the cell
What the hell!
Clunky bitches one on the scale
I'm like a dime over line
You can't calculate my status
And you fucking with these bitches like my ass wasn't the fattest
Like I didn't dress the baddest
Any time we surface
Must have been insecure
Niggas made you nervous
And I guess it was your purpose to lock me in
But you fucked up
Your lucks out
But then again
Chorus
Chorus
Used to let shit slide
Caught a couple lies
I chilled for real, I mean I called a couple guys
Knew when you was fucking up, I saw it in your eyes
Then I guess it was my fault cause I put up the disguise
In public we was happy
In home we'd be scrapping
Later we'd be naked, joking, smoking and laughing
Making up to Break up
I thought that shit was love
But it wasn't and I learned the hard was soaking in suds
Crying all depressed
Not again You'll never catch me
Wishing on a star for some nigga to come bless me
I tried to save it
All you ever did was stress me
Pushing all me buttons
Why the fuck must you stress me
Nigga get a life
Go on and find a wife
Get the fuck out my face 'fore I go and find a knife
And you still calling my phone trying to act polite
Asking me for favors now you know that shit ain't right
But
Chorus
Chorus
Uh-oh
You see me coming don't you
Look at you running wont you
Oh you gonna sit there and see me like I want to approach you
Now it's payback
I'm talking way back
To bitches calling hanging up
You ain't no way to save that
To unanswered questions
To home in the a.m.
To you out clubbing
Forcing me to stay in
Remember - O.K. then
It's over - no playing
I said it before
I'm about to do it - fuck what you saying
To late for apologies
Go puff on a pile of weed
Think about this good bitch that's leaving and don't follow me
Moving on
Shut you down
Now you wanna regret
You could fuck all day - But it would never feel like my sex
Played yourself
Tried to show I cared
You ain't cared
When I needed you the most nigga you wasn't there
And the game is the same
Comes around goes around
Now hate me forever while the chorus goes around
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Eve
Look ma everybody makes mistakes aight
na
na na na na na na na na na na [Repeat until fade]
