| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh
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| What y’all niggas want huh?
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| Uhh uhh uhh
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| Rubia huh? |
| Papi screamin out of they mouth
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| Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out
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| What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
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| Baby seem like the type, married niggas sneak out
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| Like I’m ballin y’all, yes I be appallin y’all
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| Boss type hold it down, wantin all of y’all
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| Callin y’all never chasin me down
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| Three weeks, heartbroken, yes you hatin me now
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| She speaks, soft spoken, til she datin the clown
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| I’m takin em down, reel em in and makin em drown
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| Mistake, I said gimme, bet I’m takin it now
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| What I need from a nigga negative in his sound
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| Au-dacity, even, askin me
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| For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
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| Swattin em off, when I see this nigga’s a flea
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| Plottin of course for riches, millionaire wannabe
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| Uh-huh
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| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?)
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| Can’t touch (uh)
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| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?)
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| Is right here with me (uh)
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| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?)
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| That’s Swizz Beats (uh)
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| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?)
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| It’s my time, feel me
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| Popular since I started my life
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| Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type
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| Brick house stall-ion, think you tamin me right?
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| Not this baby Del-Philly streets they raisin her right
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| Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a LADY!
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| Need boots pocket books and a baby 380!
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| But prefer to keep it, calm and cool
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| When I’m heated I suggest you move
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| Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove?
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| Leave her be, chicken squakin hatin frequently
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| Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin me
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| If he, icy enough, I’m pricin his stuff
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| Be nicy enough, to let him spin, I’m callin ya bluff
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| Puttin it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work
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| Snatched up the illest viscous pitbull in a skirt
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| (Grrrrrr) Makin em hurt, haters steady dishin up dirt
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| Changin the game, settin the rules, makin it work, uh
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| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?)
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| Can’t touch (uh)
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| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?)
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| Is right here with me (uh)
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| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?)
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| That’s Swizz Beats (uh)
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| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?)
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| It’s my time, feel me
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| Leavin em scared, mami takin all of this here
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| All of this fame I’m hungry hope you cats is prepared
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| Niggas, set me up and I’mma take it and run
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| Think it’s a game? |
| Just check out how my format is done
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| Stoppin ya shine, and I do it to perfection
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| Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless em
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| Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test em
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| Eve handcuff niggas but I don’t arrest em
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| Shorty-bang hear the niggas singin, shoutin my name
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| Make the thuggish niggas scream, watchin me entertain
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| Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin it plain
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| Fantasizin bout this bitch, got em goin insane
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| Oooh’s and ahhh’s, 5'7″ thick in the thighs
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| Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes?
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| My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
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| Want some more? |
| It ain’t over, just keep pressin rewind, uh
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| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?)
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| Can’t touch (uh)
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| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?)
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| Is right here with me (uh)
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| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?)
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| That’s Swizz Beats (uh)
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| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?)
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| It’s my time, feel me
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| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?)
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| Can’t touch (uh)
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| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?)
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| Is right here with me (uh)
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| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?)
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| That’s Swizz Beats (uh)
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| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?)
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| It’s my time, feel me
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| Uhh
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| 99, like 2000
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| Ruff Ryders
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| Dru Hill
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| Swizz Beats
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| Eve
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| Comin for that ass
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| Uhh |