What Y'All Want (Remix) - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: What Y'All Want (Remix)
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Michael Gomez, Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
What y'all niggaz want?
(What we want, right)
Can't touch
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here

Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out
Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes, I be appallin' y'all
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all 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, bet I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga negative in his sound
Audacity, even, askin' me
For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
Swattin' 'em off, when I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches, millionaire wannabe

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico
Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Guatemala, Costa Rica
El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere, tell me what you want

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 Del-Philly streets they raisin' her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots, pocket books 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, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff
Be nicy enough to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work
Snatched up the illest viscous pitbull in a skirt
Makin' 'em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work

Whether you're in Cuba
Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Guatemala, Costa Rica
El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame I'm hungry hope you cats is prepared
Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run
Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done
Stoppin' your shine, and I do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggaz but I don't arrest 'em

Shorty-bang hear the niggaz singin', shoutin' my name
Make the thuggish niggaz scream, watchin' me entertain
Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' 'bout this bitch, got 'em goin' insane
Ooh's and ahh's, 5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes?
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh

Whether you're in Cuba
Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Guatemala, Costa Rica
El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba
Whether you're in Cuba
Whether you're in Cuba
Whether you're in Cu'
Whether you're in Cu'

Whether you're in Cuba
Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico
Everywhere, tell me what you want

Guatemala, Costa Rica
El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere, tell me what you want

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Philly Philly - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Philly Philly
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, G Canters, Kaseem Dean, Dwight Grant, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from

We from P H I L A, period
PA, period, Eve they hearin' it
Believe they fearin' it but lovin' it though
I hate the game, fuck the fame but I'm lovin' the dough

You couldn't tell me in a million years
An' a thousands bars that I roam the Reservoir with Dogs
Show the world what 'Crew Love' was about
Drop adrenaline, 4, 5, 6, I show them what a thug was about

I know you love flossin' wit X, bustin' them checks
Gettin' tattoos, paw prints on your chest
I ain't mad, baby, get that cash
Make them hatin' bitches kiss your ass
Ruff Ryde lift that [Incomprehensible]

I'm gon' walk 'til I see how these fleas' gon' feel
When I come through wit the whip with the bee's on the wheel
Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood
Steerin' wheel or be surround by the wing on the hood

I know they like, ?How they collide?
He roll wit Roc, you Ruff Ryde?, but we Black Friday tied
How you think they gon' feel seein' us Grammy night?
Let me tell you, a bunch of if, ands an' mights

Billboard charts, source ad an' mics
An' if I say so myself, goddamn, we tight
Fuck bein' humble, ain't no other way to end this
We ain't open up the door
We knocked that bitch up off the hinges

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

No doubt we represent P H I L A, period
E V E, period, fuck wit Beanie, period
We gon' hold it down for Illdelph for life
Came through made a name, nigga nailed it tight

An' now we shine, been knew, shit, it was about time
Switched from streets, the beats, platinum lines
Used to struggle in the hood just to brodie the mic
Took the fame 'cause they ain't give it us, now we excite

The biggest crowds an' they screamin' loud, ?Philly the shit?
Roc-a-fella rap guerrilla, blond bombshell bitch
I Ruff Ryde, take your mind, shit, you doin' the same
Work hard, now the streets stay shoutin' our names

Fame is funny, get money, snakes in the grass
When the hostility shows, niggas face get smashed
But I stay grounded, brick house stallion
My bitches keep me real while I make millions

Pile it all, we gon' have it all any minute
Give it back the hood an' we gon' ball in a minute
'Cause anything we want, we gon' have on our plate
Matter of time before we killed, the beans, it was our fate

An' cats were stressed, gave it all they expected less
Disrespect, take it back to the hood, protect your chest
Try to break us but we broke through, got the job done
That's what's up? Runnin' shit, now tell 'em where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

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What Ya Want (Remix) - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: What Ya Want (Remix)
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
What y'all niggaz want?
(What we want, right?)
Can't touch, uh
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here

Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out

Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes I be appallin' y'all
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all 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, bet I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga negative in his sound

Audacity, even, askin' me
For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
Swattin' 'em off when I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches, millionaire wannabe, uh, huh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

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 Del-Philly streets they raisin' her right

Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots pocket books 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, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff

Be nicy enough, to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work
Snatched up the illest viscous Pitbull in a skirt
Makin' em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame, I'm hungry hope you cats is prepared
Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run
Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done

Stoppin' your shine and I do it to perfection
Made a promise every time I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggaz but I don't arrest 'em

Shorty-bang hear the niggaz singin', shoutin' my name
Make the thuggish niggaz scream, watchin' me entertain
Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' 'bout this bitch, got 'em goin' insane

Ooh's and ah's, 5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes?
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me what you want?

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My Bitches - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: My Bitches
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): J Jackson, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

My bitches, my bitches that'll change the locks
My bitches, my bitches that'll cut up your clothes
My bitches, my bitches that'll steal your stash
My bitches are bold my bitches are cold

My bitches, my bitches that'll smuggle your drugs
My bitches, my bitches that'll hold you down
My bitches even when you out of town
My bitches is smooth my bitches is real

My bitches, my bitches that take care of they kids
My bitches, my bitches that you don't respect
My bitches, my bitches that you always neglect
Y'all niggas ain't real y'all niggas ain't shit

My bitches, my bitches let his ass go to jail
My bitches, my bitches don't post none of his bail
My bitches, my bitches teach him how that shit feel
Don't except his calls don't send him no mail

My bitches, my bitches that'll fuck out your brain
My bitches, my bitches that'll take the pain
My bitches, my bitches that'll play the game
Y'all niggas is weak, y'all niggas is lame

My bitches, my bitches that'll stay in school
My bitches, my bitches that can keep a job
My bitches, my bitches that can raise the kids
My bitches are strong my bitches will live

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Heaven Only Knows - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Heaven Only Knows
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Michael Gomez, Eve Jeffers

Lyric:
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows my story

Went from dancing on tabletops to making labels pop
For the love of the money so I could cock
Everything from icy rings to drop tops and now I'm on top
But to look back on my reality happy I stopped
Letting niggas ruin my world
Impressed by niggas trying to school this baby girl
I was fucking too early, 15 knowing money was green
Puffing too early, body big, not grown knowledged up and too early

Thought it was cute to flirt with older kats up in they face
Didn't have a daddy so I put a daddy in his face
My mami was my shelter but I broke free
Learning that the streets was harder that I thought they'd be
Wanting to be grown, rebelling
Ain't no telling what I'd be pussy selling huh never would I
Instead I wore a g-string thought never could I
Thought I had to, to be grown beginning of my life

Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

Yo, close myself down held myself in
Explode by myself alone no one helping
What am I to do but cry alone at night
No one in the house nude TV was my life
Who was I to tell and what would they think of me?
No one understood the pain that was sent to me

Broke down from the things men would say to me
Selling drinks to a naive kid I blame me
But I never really had someone tell me what to do
Teach me that I'm better than just pussy that's true
Teach me that the future was written already waiting
To respect my self in life not to be someone would hate me

Do positive and positive will happen
Stay positive and positive was rapping
It was like my brain was clouded with unnecessary shit
When I chose to see through the negative and make hits uh

Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

Uh, uh, yo, yo
Now I'm 20 years old and look where I'm at
I thank the Lord every night and pray there's no turning back
I wanna keep my family happy and that's that
Seen teens in my mother's eyes from platinum plaques
See things I've done I don't regret I just learn
From mistakes in the past knowing now I had to earn respect
And earn trust some about school was never givin'

The way you find out what life's about is simply living to be strong
Stay strong let nobody crush you your body is your temple young girls
Don't let him touch you
He'll respect anything you say if he really loves you
Don't settle for second let him put no one above you
I did a lot of things in my life
I take back gotta take from the good and the bad collect that
'Cause it help the bill who you see now respect that
Young, black and strong keep me in ya take that

Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows

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My Enemies - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: My Enemies
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Uh, what? What? Huh

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

My enemies, my enemies
Playa-hataz, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

Yo, yo, yo, crack ass can't bother me
Watch me get money with the double R team
Niggaz be schemin' about robbin' me
Chicks mad they ain't got this job like me

Money makin' bitch called E V E
Million dollar itch, nigga can't stop me
Used to be broke and you used to love me
On tour, now you don't fuck with me

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

My enemies, my enemies
Playa-hataz, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

Uh, uh, huh, huh, yo, yo, yo, up late night, wanting to sleep
Thoughts of cats on their late night creeps
'Cause of my relations with some one on peep
You should've kept it real and you would've been with me

You're still on the corner with Smoke and them
Still makin' plans about smokin' them
Stupid, running around and be poking them
Could've been on stage and not smoking dope with them

My enemies, my enemies
All of y'all is my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

My enemies, my enemies
Playa-hataz, my enemies
My enemies, my enemies
Fuck y'all niggas, my enemies

You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can fuck Eve
You wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, you wanna fuck
But you can fuck Eve

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Ain'T Got No Dough - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Ain'T Got No Dough
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Missy Elliot, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I make you a believer
Fever, what you catch when you see her
Cheater, that be you check your beeper 911
Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'
I don't want none

Peep her, two seater
Look at you nigga, actin' like you need her
You run blocks with your Henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock
Let you lick for a minute 'fore I slide off
Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off

Stressing me, you ain't blessing me
With your '96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though
'Cause my time is like Presume
You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know
My time is priceless, so if you iceless, baby girl gotta go

Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this

Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I know
Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50
Jets I go, go-tee I'll blow, H Y dro
Keep 'em leaning in the club
Hoochies screaming y'all don't know

Hear me, bitches follow me
Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
Wanna pile on me, never put no smile on me
Better stop that
Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
Bet I doubt that

Whatcha lookin' at?
Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it?
Know you pussy cat run
'Cause this bitch is gonna bite
I don't light the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it down
Ride it ruff ride

I can give you what you need or give you what you like
But the pay is kind of the low
So this pussy pawn stride
Wishin' you could touch me, lust me
Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
Tryna to give it up

Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this

Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this

Yo, yo, Swizz got beats locked
Every time I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it don't stop
This bitch top notching
Ya'll keep watching
Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'

Tryna to touch my ass
You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
Whiling out I dash
You're that type of thug that's about they business
Piling out that cash
Long line of credit 'cause I like my thug to last

See they like it when I talk back
Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want that
Frontin' but you flaunt that
Somethin' whatcha want, black
Cheap stack, keep that
Fake money nigga, fake thug

We don't need that, what's that all about
I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
Lies poppin' out
Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it out
You's an average type of cat
No money, no clout

When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo, if your bitch is ugly
You don't need her, feed her to a wild pack of cheetahs
Yo, I let y'all bitches see I'm off the meter, heater
Me and Eve give ya seizures, know I put your niggas down
On their knees, eat up, then we treat you like skeezers
Yo, let me, let me take a quick breather

Yo, do y'all smell them trees?
Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats?
Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy?
Well where you wanna roll wit me? Me?
One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Motherfucker now what? Alright

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Love Is Blind - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Love Is Blind
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): A Fields, Shari Watson, Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
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, baby girl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said
Your seed was growin' from his semen

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

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

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 givin' 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 kids?
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 missin' your kids
Sweet kisses, baby ain'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

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

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

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'm ma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never

Cops comin' in, watch me goin' 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

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

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Stuck Up - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Stuck Up
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Grant Cantres, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Yo Eve, where you at man?
I'm tired of talkin' to this answerin' machine shit
I seen you earlier but you know you was with them
Ruff Ryder niggas, I ain't really fuckin' with it like that shit

Yo, yo nigga if you shy, move on
Only room for a thug that can hold on
Keep me right in the night, early in the morn
I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure's on

Damn, I hate it when I find out that you nigga's soft
Go run and hide for cover when the trouble starts
I like it when he stay and play his part
Ain't scared to put a slug through a nigga's heart

Takes the best of both worlds don't discriminate
East coast, West Coast I don't playa hate
Platinum Daytana on the 6-4 regulator
Big trucks in the hood, black Navigator

If you icy with the price, bring me that ring pa
Might entice me to play nicely, come and get'cha
You got a wifey, tell her nicely I'm in the picture
'Cause I ain't gon' struggle for long and try to get'cha

Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya, come on ma, I need ya, understand ma
I got to have ya, Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya

Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell with accumulated jewels
Smellin' like you on doche, nigga you well
Heard you ain't ready to share
How can I live with you? Icy huh?

Me standin' next to you bare, I heard your pockets knotted
But me I'm schemin' on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
Like I ain't got it and forget that Bratty type spoiled

By the best black Caddy escalated '99 edition get that
And what you ain't equal to a shwang and I ain't with that
Not impressed by all of this is mine but we can split that
Give me all of it homeboy this ain't no Kit Kat

Start me off with time couple weeks and I could flip that
What's this 50/50? You ain't breakin' off none, ya stash is limited
I see it insufficient funds, mad 'cause I don't speak
But why should you disrespect?
So until ya pockets swells speak to the back of my neck

Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya, come on ma, I need ya, understand ma
I got to have ya, Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya

Yo, blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats
Want me, dick's be harder then aluminum bat's
Flaunt me, I don't hang around with average cats
With average whips that spend average stacks

I'm into anythin' but normal things
Celly rings from tha broker at the Stock Exchange I'm hearin' that
Glacier filled chains all the haters starin' at me
Make sure I stay nice and keep ya bitches glarin' at

Wave ya Rollies in the air, yeah last year
Now I'm searchin' for the platinum iced out Cartier
Laid up in da cuts in silk Dolce underwear
Yeah baby, spend that that's all I'm tryin' to hear

It's funny how I used to want the richest niggas
Keep five on deck to see who get the quickest figures
'Cause I only want the pick of the litter for this one
And now because my papers got bigger you gets none

Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya, come on ma, I need ya, understand ma
I got to have ya, Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya

Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya, come on ma, I need ya, understand ma

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Let'S Talk About - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Let'S Talk About
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Ugh
(Come on, uh)
Uh-huh
(Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo
(Uh, uh, uh)

Let's talk about who I am
Blond bee, find me in the hood with my peoples
Love y'all, hate the rest of y'all that I can see through
Above that, I can't feel nothin' unless it's lethal
Testin' your moves, never that, make no position fetal

I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L O X, Eve, and me
Now that's the hottest thing in the streets are beats is Swizz
Cheesed up with holes in the shit like a log rolled thick
And ain't nothin' sweet but Drag-Eve tracks, Honey Roasted
Burn until its been around the hour, fuck that

Yo let's talk about
Platinum plaques, hangin' on my wall
See me decorated, she's the one
Heard 'em say it, see me celebrate it
I pop shit when it's necessary, not for nothin'
I use clips for them big beefs, see me bustin', plow

I wanna talk about bitches I fucked
I'm a dog so I can't stand no bitch that hounds, I far from a clown
If I'm not knocking her down, Drag's probably not around
So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name, here's the hook, uh

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Let's talk about little dick niggas
Always talkin' bout what you got, rather be finger-popped
Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with rocks
Fuck the cop nigga, go shoot pool, pussy plot
You make me cum, I might flood the block, wet on my socks

I wanna talk about guns niggas don't bust
Y'all need to see me if y'all wanna see shells pop out
Make you say watch out, when I got my glock out
Niggaz clock out, 'cause I run up in your watch house
Snatch up all your rocks out, then throw your box out
Ya motherfuckers better watch out

Yo, let's talk about fake ass bitches
Lying to yourself, you ain't ready for the world mama
Beggin' every second hungry, life drama
Get your own stacks
Why you think these niggaz pussy hungry
'Cause you actin' triflin'
Layin' up, takin' his money, uh

I wanna talk about live or die, fuck you and I
Niggas will fry like stripped bacon, I leave them shakin'
Keep 'em sizzlin', fuckin' with them you might win
But they only got six shots with a barrel that spin
And us our clip is spinning and hittin' all their men

I wanna talk about ride or die
My dogs control confrontation, in any situation
Five niggas on your team, five niggas you replacing
Five niggas used to gleam, five niggas left with Nathan
But their game that we took and now they back to chase it

I wanna talk about biting ass niggas
Let me see y'all niggas catch the flow
Go red-vest with the four-four blow
Ya niggaz gonna hit the ground for sure

Nigga let me know if you want more
If he catch you with a pound to choke, you know
Nigga never die slow, till his eyes close
Then jump on the highway, I go
Man fuck the po-po, them niggas is moving slow mo, come on
Here's the hook, uh

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Now Drag-on will show ya niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

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We On That Shit - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: We On That Shit
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Anthony Fields, Kaseem Dean, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Aight now get your guns, ain't no stopping me
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right

Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
And all that bitchin' that you doing, I got'cha kissin' this nine

Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes
I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry
On your knees, face in chest, lips shut
Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?

Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it all
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Uh, yo, yo, yo, I shoot backing out, P max them out
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled

I ain't getting' nada, forget that
Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack
Yeah, my bitch can roll with, smoking while we pack
Expensive paintings on your walls, gimme that

Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor, I'mma get it all
Used to ball with your niggas, now I'm making you crawl across the floor
Ego crushed and I don't give a fuck
Small change to the range, heard what I said, give it up

I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why? I'm simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or you're simply giving

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Y'all niggas faggottish
Cops spot me got me running out my kiss
Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist
Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch

I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blast
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more

Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow
My dogs already warned your mother, she'll be full of sorrow
Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming
I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming

Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now
Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees
Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees
Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simple

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

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Gotta Man - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Gotta Man
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean, Moshanda Tifiers

Lyric:
Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

Verse 1) Yo yo Sexy lookin like love no doubt
Sophisticated thug keep me guessin
Said it would be a blessin just to watch you undressin
Callin you daddy late nights I'm layin on your chest
And, stay reminiscin bout the rest
And, how they less than, tryin to come between what we share
Can't compare, could've been left, but when It's mine
I never share, fight to the death
If need be to prove that, wounds from your war
Other chicks couldn't soothe that, broke from a bad back
I'm holdin you down, throwin dirt with other pigeons
But them other fishes drown, locked in, however long
I'm playin it smart, court dates in other cities
There I'm doin my part, Wife-y, In your life see
Forever be us, passin the side of a Bentley
Or the number 2 bus, tell the whole world, papi
Eve don't want nobody else, with other dogs pick and choose
But you, I'm keepin for myself

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

(Verse 2) All my peoples thinkin I'm delirious
But the love I feel is serious, couples of the world
No comparin us, been through fist fights with cats
When I see an ?, I'm the getaway driver, so my baby can excape
Pull my ice for the bail, spendin nights in jail
Drawin hearts on the wall wit our names around the cell
It made a little craziness, maybe I'm blind
But for me to leave now, lookin for love could take a lifetime
So I'm keepin mine, Uh-huh, keep me blind
It's like heaven when we makin love, controllin my spine
Ya di da, I don't need that as long as you wit me
And you chickens thinkin that you competition, come and get me
My position is held, some try and all fail
Kitty cat, so whatever baby good enough to sell
Never leave his baby girl, mad cause he claim me
Only thug in the hood, that was wild enough to tame me

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

(Verse 3) I'm the one he'll never leave, helped him build his luxuries
Carry stories that can hurt him, still, he only trustin me
Secrets never left my mouth, even if they torture me
Always taught to hold the ground, thats thy I'll always be his queen
It's some dumb things, see him in the party, start to flip
Curses him out on the regular, just to make him sick
Disappear for a day or two to test his loyal ground
Keep my dogs on a short leash, controllin the growl, Open wide
I don't care who knows, I'm swallowin my pride
And he's fast, to blast, a cat, that he think he on the prowl
But I'll never let him go, temper flare, let it go
Always be his extra back bone, quick to let you cats know
Always by his side, Eve, the apple of his eye
Us together ain't no stoppin, snatchin pieces of the pie
Us together in our own world, whats his becomes mine
Exceed eternity with him, we'll stand the test of time

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

Gotta man that I think I'm gon love forever (ugggg)
And forever we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes I'll be thinkin of him
I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him

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