[Eve: Verse 1]
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Uh
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Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
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Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
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Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit
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Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit
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First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
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Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
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Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
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Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop miss?!!"
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I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
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Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
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Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
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Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
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'Cuz I can double it, and put
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Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
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Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
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You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy
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[Chorus]
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[Nokio]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz with the big guns?
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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[Eve]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz that take ones?
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'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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[Verse 2: Eve]
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Uh, yo
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Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
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Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
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Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
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Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up!!"
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Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up
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Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
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Offended? Don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? So what?
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Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
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Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' (sure enough)
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Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
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You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne
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Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine
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Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
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Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
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Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine
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Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show
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[Chorus]
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[Nokio]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz with the big guns?
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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[Eve]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz that take ones?
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'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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[Verse 3: Eve]
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What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
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And all ya'll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???*
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Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
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Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
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Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
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And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
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Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
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Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks
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And little doggies dyed pink
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'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
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If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
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To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
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Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it
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That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
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And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
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If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice
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[Chorus]
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[Nokio]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz with the big guns?
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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[Eve]
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Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
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Role it up and just lite some, UHH
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Where my niggaz that take ones?
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'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
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Do That Shit
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DMX |