[eve: verse 1]
Uh
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady, ruff ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "can you stop miss?!!"
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
'cuz i can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy
[chorus]
[nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa!!whoa!!"
[eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa!!whoa!!"
[verse 2: eve]
Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, "man i wanna blow up!!"
Cowards make me sick, swere to god i wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? you better flow tough
Offended? don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? so what?
Now i gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, 'can she rea
