Альбом Eve

Y'all niggaz think it's a fuckin' game game game...

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

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

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
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]

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, 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)

(feat. Gwen Stefani)

[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

[CHORUS: 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

[CHORUS]

[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]

Thanks to Troels Nielsen for submitting the lyrics
(feat. Erex & Stevie)

*Phone ringin'*

Eve:
Hello

Erex:
What's up shorty, what's goin' on?

Eve:
What's up E?

Erex:
Everything alright?

Eve:
Yeah, I'm chillin'. What's up with you?

Erex:
Yea, I'm jus chillin'.
Everything alright with you and Stevie?

Eve:
Aaah, fuck that nigga. What, he told you to call me?

Erex:
No no nooo, aha ah uhuh, what make you think that?

Eve:
Come on ya'll, tell that nigga, when you talk to him, don't fuckin' call me, and come and get your shit.

Erex:
Whoa hoo, pump your brakes, pump your brakes.

Eve:
Pump my brakes, what?

Stevie:
Come on Eve, you didn't even like that nigga

Eve:
Hold up, hold up
You callin' me on a 3 way (Erex: no no)
You callin' me for that nigga? (Erex: nooo)
Fuck you and that nigga, how about that? (Erex: no no, B, wai-wait)

Erex:
What the fuck, why would you say some?

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

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

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

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

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

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

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, You lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

Look ma everybody makes mistakes aight

na na na na na na na na na na na 
na na na na na na na na na na na

f/ Drag-On, Swizz Beatz

[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..

[Drag-On]
..Two-thousand-one
Lets rock
World, for man
World, per man
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Stop..

1 - [Drag-On]
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

2 - Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies

Repeat 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 cracked

Repeat 1

Repeat 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 ? never sold!
Crack a killa, can I sold?
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

Repeat 1

Repeat 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

Repeat 1

Repeat 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!
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
Keep it movin

Thanks to Troels Nielsen for submitting the lyrics
featuring Mo'nique

*clapping*

(MO'NIQUE)
Aint nothing worse then a brotha
Who always bling blingin
flossin, rollin like he got it like dat
Always up in your face telling you what he got,
What he can bring to the table
And then it's like this nigga cinderella
Cuz he always dropping yo ass off at midnight
And you can't seem to undersatnd
Why at midnight is he always dropping yo ass off?
Cuz let the truth be told,
He aint bling blingin or sling slingin,
He aint doin shit!
That 500 benz he drivin - thats his mamma's a
And that goddamn jewelry he wearin -all that shit is ridded
And at 12:01, they come and lock his bitch ass up
Now aint that some shit??

f/ Da Brat, Trina

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

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

f/ Styles

[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...

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

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

[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

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

f/ DMX

(The chorus is drowned out and in the back round)
(Chorus) (x2) 
[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 (Over Chorus)]
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 sounding regular)
(Chorus) (x2)

[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 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) (x2)

[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) (x3)

f/ Drag-On, The LOX

{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

Chrous:(2X)

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

{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

Chrous:(2X)

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

{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

Chrous:(2X)

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

f/ Damien & Stephen Marley

(*Answer Machine Noise*)

[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) (x2)
[Eve - *singing*]
No, No, No
You don't love me and I know now

[Eve - *singing*]
Cause you left me baby
And I got no place to go now

(Bridge) (x2)
No, No, No
I'll do any thing you say boy

[Eve ЁC *singing* (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)

(Bridge #2) (x2)
[Eve - *singing*]
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) (x2)


[Eve - *rapping*]
Yo, yo, yo
Walk Hennessey-ya, brown skin
Pretty thin, Keep coming at ya like Bumba see you in
Slim nicey round thing, momma say what a disgrace
Who the number 1 killer but lover is a bounty chase
Never my fault then who it is nigga
Most dem love my style even dem say she rude
Mi a lie Mi not lie the truth speak 2g
What you think them lovers give a jack bout me
Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die jack bout we
Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die jack bout we
We, we, we

[Damien Marley]
Mack to wrist to my girl I love the best
But when you left me it's like a bullet to my chest
Now I got to say I got a bullet through vest
Knocked off my feet I pleaded no contest
Sleepless nights without no sleep or rest
This is like a muffin jury you got to mix
Take it no more and had to make her 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)]
Long as I she caught me lying I get caught for lying
If she sure believe then sure believe is the sign
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
The news that your moving got me standing outside
Use to be rubber ducky late nights no wine
Mrs. Lovely Vessel body all mine
Girl went to shoot me with the shoot all mind
Sweet like a puppy, 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 since you 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 steady playing on the one's and two's

(Chorus) (x2)

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
(x2)

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
Sh*t and trynna slay me
And on the real this quiet sh*t
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
(x2)

From subliminal seduction
Not really touchin'
But like rubbin' actin'
Lke 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 hand
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

(feat. Teena Marie)
Thanks to Troels Nielsen for submitting the lyrics

[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

[Chorus - 2X]

Featuring Mashonda Tifrere

I'm just trying to be me. . . to be me 

[Chorus: 2X's] 
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 

[Verse One] 
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: 2x's 

[Verse Two] 
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: 2x's 

[Verse Three] 
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: fades away

Hey, yo I don't even know you and I hate you 
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you 
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you? 
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you 
She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why? 
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? 
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry? 
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die? 
I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings 
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings 
And you stayed, what made you fall for him? 
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him 
I thought you was a doctor be on call for him 
Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh? 
That wasn't love, babygirl you was dreamin' 
I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen 

1 - Love is blind, and it will take over your mind 
What you think is love, is truly not 
You need to elevate and find 
Repeat 1 

I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself 
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf 
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself 
She had a baby by your ass and you ain't giving no help 
Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker 
One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker 
How could you beat the mother of your children? 
How could you tell her that you lover her? 
Don't give a fuck if she lives 
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did 
But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids 
Sweet kisses, baby didn't even know she was your mistress 
Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches 
Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business 
Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it 
I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

I don't even know you and I want you dead 
Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head 
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed 
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead 
Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day 
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray 
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop 
And before you had a chance to get up 
You heard my gun cock 
Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend 
I ain't start your life but nigga I'mma bring it to an end 
And I did, clear shots and no regrets 
¡®Member cops comin' in, watch me going to jail 
Nigga whatever my bitch, fuck it my sister 
You could never figure out even if I let you live 
What our love was all about 
I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker 

[Eve]
Come on, huh
Come on, yo, yo, yo
Some people blond peeps, red banjies
Some are moving quickly, outta town
How they gonna find her moving swiftly?
Five steps ahead of the best so that's nothing
Twenty steps ahead of the rest they left stuck
And in they face not, what not?
I can't stand broads
Ridiculous niggas practice for the title "hard"
Me pick of the litter
I was born to bubble y'all
Born to change game shit born to stand guard
Play games you left nameless, fame hard
Promise that it's never painless
Nigga be hard
Convinced that you can take over the Eve
Eat nigga let starve
Strong as a stallion maiden
You better dart
Is she feminine with pretty women friends all dimes!
Timberlands is how I like my men and all minds
Rough ryde you niggas hard head, soft spine
Pass the word
Must have the stacks to cross lines
Come on

[Eve]
Don't want your dough
I don't want your car
(Uh-uh)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Nope)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
(Uh-huh)
But not with me
Sorry boo I got it all
(Come on)

[Eve](Jadakiss)
Don't want your dough
I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Yeah right)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
But not with me
Sorry boo I got it all

[Jadakiss]
Yo a chick is a chick
A nut is a nut
And they always keep an attitude
Till you butter 'em up
Since I ain't gotta buy you stuff
Who gon' hold you down
If they try to run in here and tie you up
Now don't start flippin' it
Everybody know
We've been had dough
Y'all just start gettin' it
Money might make you grown
But you still need a dog to take you home
And make you moan
You ain't gotta see the bank for loans
All I do is party and bullshit like when Frank was home
And you got it all boo I got it all too
A four, five, and a six and they all blue
And I don't care what she think
If I offered you any ice love it'll be in the drink
And instead of talking 'bout what you got and all that
Just make sure when I hit you that you call back
Come on, uh-huh

[Eve](Jadakiss)
Don't want your dough
(Uh-huh)
I don't want your car
(Yes you do)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Stop lying)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
(Rule it all with you too)
But not with me
(Come on)
Sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough
I don't want your car
(Uh-huh, yeah right)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Yeah right)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
(Rule it all with you too)
But not with me
Sorry boo I got it all

[Eve]
Yo, yo ay yo
One touch will make a nigga blush on site
Grown men create a crush, nails they bite
It's a game try to catch me but only if you can
It takes a lot to impress the bombshell to want a man
And it ain't about your dough baby Eve alright
Cause if Eve wanna fly away, Eve take a flight
Eve hungry for a meal baby Eve get a bite
You nice and you might get to see it daddy, tight

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo
I'm glad that you got it all
That's more for me
And I ain't gotta pay for the puss I score for free
And the same thing I pulled on them
I pulled on you
Come on now how you think I pulled your crew?
Got my own crib so you can't kick me out
I'll call one of your friends to come twist me out
If you know Jada then you know what Kiss be 'bout
Just for fun I hit the bank and pull fifty out, uh ah

[Eve](Jadakiss)
Don't want your dough
(Uh-huh)
I don't want your car
(Yes you do)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Stop lying)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
(Rule it all with you too)
But not with me
(Come on)
Sorry boo I got it all
(Come on)
Don't want your dough
I don't want your car
(Uh-huh, yeah right)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
(Yeah right)
With them other broads
You might rule it all
(Rule it all with you too)
But not with me
Sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough
(Uh-huh)
I don't want your car
(Yes you do)
Don't want your jewels
No not at all
With them other broads
You might rule it all
But not with me
Sorry boo I got it all

[Jadakiss](Eve)
(Come on)
Yeah (Uh-uh)
Yeah right (Uh-huh, come on)
Uh (Uh-uh)
Stop lying!

(ft. DMX, Lox, Drag-On)

[Swizz Beatz] 
(mmm, mmmm) 
See y'all don't understand us you know 
Ruff Ryders is a family 
Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders 
Lets go... Swizz Beatz 

[DMX] 
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit 
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit 
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me 
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this 
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz 
Dats how we do bidz 
It's about time to start another, robbin spree 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin 
Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? 
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here 
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair 
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me 
Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me 
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one 
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done 

[Eve] 
Yo yo, E-V-E 
My dogz believe in me 
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me 
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves 
Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh 
Made a sudden move you got bit 
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit 
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it 
Turn my face when I bust a cannon 
Cuz I don't wear sunblock 
Ask Drag if the fire is hot 
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop 
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the blocks 
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks 
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out 
buy out bars till we see fall 
Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? 
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire 
Beat y'alls 

[JadaKiss] 
And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight 
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white 
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight 
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes 
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains 
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line 
everybody wanna contact me and get wit me 
but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty 
and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz 
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques 
I never was shit but some things i never forget 
like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six 
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off 
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off 
Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs 
Cause they know that the double R's comin for war 
Wha 

[Styles] 
If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 
Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids 
And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks 
We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th 
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks 
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock 
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch 
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist 
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life 
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes 
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face 
Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh 
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away 
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today 
cause the P'll hollow the guns 
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back 
then you swallow the ones 

[Sheek] 
(uh, uh, uh) 
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever 
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather 
They right there, but you scared that they gon bust 
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us 
See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid 
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid 
its 99 im killings you women and kids 
fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see 
than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V. 
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down 
comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now 
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio 
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow 
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch 
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match 
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty 
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy 
i got more bricks than that city do with jersey 
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide 
And some ol 6-drop niggaz 
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz 
Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz 
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz 
Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams 
And that's 

[Drag-On] 
(come on, come on, come on,) 
Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? 
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya 
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat 
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that 
Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets 
More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage 
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you 
You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly 
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips 
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit 
bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block 
is brick on brick I got knots on knots 
Cause I got things that'll pop yo top 
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop 
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair