What You Want
Ruff Ryders & Eve f/ Nokio

Verse 1:
Lubia huh?
Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second
Mami wanna speak out
What I need in my life
Make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type married niggas sneak out
Like I'm ballin' ya'll
Yes I be appallin' ya'll
Bitch type hold it down
Wantin' all of ya'll
Callin' ya'll
Never chasin' me down
Three weeks
Heartbroken, yes you hatin' me now
She speaks soft spoken 'til she datin' the clown
I'm takin' 'em down
Reel 'em in and makin' 'em drown
Mistake
I said gimme that
I'm takin' it now
What I need form a nigga negative in his sound
Audacity, even askin' me for ass
I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
Swatin' 'em off
When I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches
Millionaire wannabe
Uh huh

Chorus:
(w/ Nokio)
What ya'll niggas want?
(What we want right?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All ya'll niggas need
(What we need in our life?)
I right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds ya'll wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
The Swizz beats
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why, huh?)
It's my time, feel me

Verse 2:
Popular since I started my life
Eve, you know my name
Probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion
Think you tamin' me right?
Not this baby doll
Philly streets, they raisin' her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty
Be a lady
Knee boots, pocketbooks, and a baby 380
But prefer to keep it calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation
What you got to prove?
Leave her be
Chickens squawkin', hatin' frequently
Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff
Be nicey enough to let him spin
I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down
Ruff Ryders puttin' they work
Snatched up the illest nigga
Pitt bull in a skirt
Makin' 'em hurt
Haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules
Makin' it work
Uh

Chorus

Verse 3:
Leavin' 'em scared
Mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame
I'm hungry
Hope you cats is prepared
Niggas set me up and I'ma take it and run
Think it's a game
Just check out how my format is done
Stalkin' ya shine
And I do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me
Now I keep it greasy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggas, but I don't arrest 'em
Shorty bang
Hear the nigga sayin', shoutin' my name
Make the thugish niggas scream watchin' me entertain
Dicks brick when I lick the lips
Just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' about this bitch got 'em goin' insane
Ooh's and ah's
5'7", thick in the thighs
Every thug's dream wife
See the love in they eyes
My time to shine
Whole package maker her a dime
Want some more?
It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind
Uh

Chorus