Eve

Eve - Got What You Need lyrics

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.. two-thousand-and-one, let's rock

World, premiere

World, premiere

E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it

Stop..

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

Now - ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies

Ladies, ladies, ladies

Ladies, ladies, ladies

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 wet

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 probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?

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

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

Aiiyo

Ladies - where you at?

Stuck up, don't reply

Where you at? (here we go!)

Thats right, keep it live

West Coast, we could ride

East Coast, fuckin live

Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that

Make 'em bounce that

Nigga this here nasty

Keep the shit rockin

Always Double-R, keep shit knockin

You know how Ruff Ryders do

You push, we "Ryde or Die" all you

I got heat to make the steam boil

Heard you was frontin on the camp niggaz

Stop that hot shit, all day

Clown yeah, we got that

Ya ain't ready for this shit right here

Ya ain't ready for this thing right here

Bounce! Bounce! Oh! 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

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