DJ Clue (Jay-Z) New Shit (Uh, huh, check it out now) Road Dawgs Amil, Eve, Da Brat (Amillion, E-V-E) Jay-Z (First Lady) (Check it out, uh yo) (Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches) Ha ha (Uh, huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) (Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique) (Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches)
[Eve] I stay sick wit Each ??? flow like liquid shit Harder than the dick get Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick Don't leave'em nothing but a quick fix Me and money makers be the first pick and Do the dirt quick and Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch Only fuck wit the raw you should know this Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion Scheme for cream, me and Amillion Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar Eve, like to cut you, make you holler Play cuts for bucks and watch'em pile up You want more? See me in the drop top it's on Peach color pony head course Player instinct, learned from my dogs Save ya money baby I'mma take you to the mall And I buy you something small Maybe something negligen Cartier, came fast in small things What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me E-V-E, capitalize Taking the shit, making it mine Big niggas in the game that'll let us find Put me up against anybody I shine Taking my time for this line for line Mad chart thugs wit yours crime for crime Real bitches keeping it raw, about time
Chorus: 2xs [Jay-Z] (Amil) Where my hoes in this house who Hold they niggas down who Roll hard, y'all my road dawgs (Hey) Where my ladies in this place who Hold they niggas space when He locked up, throw ya baby Glocks up (Owh)
[Amil] Crush shit Before I even touch shit Wit the princess cuts and shit My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me Haters, make you think you can fuck wit me This rap shit is like drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal Roca y'all know how we do First class, all stretch out Or, S-Class all sexed out Got the cash, let's be out Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out Most niggas can't handle me So I strictly fuck wit family Sports to death, ask Jigga Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga? It's a turn off if my cash bigger Don't blame me, blame my last nigga Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up Started off wit a pair of V studs I be wifey no pre-nups Still ended up wit the SE what Windows down, seats back Can't catch me wit a sweet track Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh? The only ones that had a chance Was the ones wit the cash advance
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[Da Brat] I tell 'em like this Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me Bust at a nigga wit a rhyme or a nine wit a tragedy When it cause catastrophes, will actually cause you to bleed Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed If a nigga proceed to step outta line I'm a gradually Fill his anatomy wit bullet holes in his behind I happen to be the type of bitch Get a grudge I don't budge and shit And look at what I did in life as a kid Wit thugs and pents Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker Wit a scholarship At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing When I release you can see the reason, I'm so cold Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on Try-na get a smoke on High, cause I have to get it When you can never seeing me coming the Devils Advocate Material ho, keeping niggas dropping they draws And fiending for more Surrounded wit, diamonds around the wrist Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit And I ain't try-na quit If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes I prove you can't duplicate this Attempt to and lose This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement? When I stepped in came wit my feet in the pavement Leave niggas in amazement And guess what the ingravement say? Capital B-R-A-T was here and got paid all year In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy
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