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Ruff Ryders - What They Want (feat. Infared, Cross & Swizz Beats) lyrics
EVE: 
 Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh 
 What y'all niggas want huh? 
 ugh ugh ugh 
 Lubia huh? Papi screamin out of they mouth 
 Bomb shell just a second 
 Mami wanna speak out 
 What I need in my life 
 Make ya body freak out 
 Baby seem like the type 
 Married niggaz sneak out 
 Like I'm ballin y'all 
 Yes I be appallin ya'll 
 Boss type hold it down 
 Wantin all of y'all 
 Callin y'all never chasin me down 
 Three weeks, heartbroken 
 Yes you hatin me now 
 She speaks soft spoken 
 Till she datin the clown 
 I'm takin em down 
 Reel em in and makin em drown 
 Mistake 
 I said gimme that, but I'm takin it now 
 What I need from a nigga 
 Negative in his sound 
 Or dasity even askin me 
 For ass, I laugh 
 This bitch is fast and free 
 Swatin em off 
 When I see this niggas a flea 
 Plotin of cost for riches 
 Millionaire wannabe, uh huh 
 CHORUS: [nokio] 
 What y'all niggas want? [what we want, wha?] 
 Can't touch [uh] 
 All y'all niggaz need [what we need in our life?] 
 Is right here with me [uh] 
 Sounds y'all wanna hear [who da, who dat?] 
 Swizz beats [uh] 
 I'm the one you fear [why?] 
 It's my time, feel me 
 Popular since I started my life 
 Eve you know my name 
 Probably the dangerous type 
 Brick house stallion 
 Think you taming me right? 
 Not this baby val Philly streets 
 They raisin her right 
 Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a LADY! 
 Need boots pocket books and a baby 380! 
 But prefer to keep it 
 Calm and cool 
 When I'm heated I suggest you move 
 Just avoid a bad situation 
 What you got to prove? 
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 Chicken squakin hatin frequently 
 Manic Man is obsessed 
 And Stalkin me 
 If he 
 Icy enough, I'm pricin his stuff 
 Be nicy enough 
 To let him spin, I'm callin ya bluff 
 Puttin it down 
 Ruff Ryders puttin they work 
 Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt 
 Makin em hurt 
 Haters steady dishin up dirt 
 Changin the game, settin the rules 
 Makin it work, uh 
CHORUS
 Leavin em scared 
 Mami takin all of this here 
 All of this fame I'm hungry 
 Hope you cats is prepared 
 Niggas, set me up 
 And Imma take it and run 
 Think its a game 
 Just check out how my format is done 
 Stalkin ya shine 
 And I do it to perfection 
 Made a promise everytime I touch the mic 
 To bless em 
 Used to tease me how I keep is greezy 
 Just to test em 
 Eve handcuff niggas but I don't arrest em 
 Shorty bang 
 Hear the niggaz sayin 
 Shout my name 
 Make the thugish niggas scream 
 Watchin me entertain 
 Dicks brick when I like the lips 
 Just keepin it plain 
 Fantasizin about this bitch 
 Got em goin insaine 
 Oooh's and ahhh's 
 5'7" thick in the thighs 
 Every thugs dream wife 
 See the love in they eyes 
 My time to shine 
 Whole package make her a dime 
 Want some more? 
 It ain't over, just keep pressin rewind, uh 
CHORUS
 NOKIO: 
 uh, 99, like 2000 
 Ruff Ryders 
 Dru Hill 
 Swizz beats 
 Eve 
 Comin for that ass 
 Uh









