
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Road Dawgs |
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) |
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’ma 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 |
(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) |
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 |
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 hoe, 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 |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Why I Love You ft. Kanye West, Mr Hudson | 2010 |
Let Me Blow Ya Mind ft. Gwen Stefani, Stevie J | 2001 |
Can I Get A... ft. Amil, Ja Rule | 1997 |
Girlfight (feat. Lil Jon, Da Brat, Remy Ma & Miss B) ft. Da Brat, Lil Jon, Remy Ma | 2004 |
Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z + Alicia Keys] ft. Alicia Keys | 2009 |
You Got Me ft. Erykah Badu, Eve, Tariq Trotter | 1999 |
Sock It 2 Me ft. Da Brat | 2006 |
Umbrella ft. Jay-Z | 2006 |
Get None ft. Jermaine Dupri, Amil | 1999 |
Not Tonight ft. Missy Elliott, Angie Martinez, Da Brat | 1997 |
Rich Girl ft. Eve | 2004 |
Numb / Encore ft. Linkin Park | 2004 |
I Think They Like Me ft. Jermaine Dupri, Da Brat, Bow Wow | 2005 |
Got What You Need ft. Drag-On | 2001 |
Ni**as In Paris ft. Kanye West | 2010 |
Gangsta Bitches ft. Da Brat, Trina | 2001 |
Run This Town [Jay-Z, Rihanna, & Kanye West] ft. Rihanna, Kanye West | 2009 |
Give It To You ft. Sean Paul | 2006 |
Dirty B Side ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Da Brat, Dj Cut Killer, Da Brat | 2010 |
Hey Y'all ft. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg | 2001 |
Artist lyrics: Eve
Artist lyrics: Da Brat
Artist lyrics: Jay-Z
Artist lyrics: Amil