[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