Stuck Up (feat. CJ)
Yeah Eve, where you at, man?
I'm tired of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier
But you know you was with them Ruff Ryder niggas
I ain't really fuckin' with it like that shit (uh, uh, yeah)
Yo, yo nigga, if you shy, move on
Only room for a thug that can hold on
Keep me right in the night, early in the morn'
I need a dog that can bite if the pressure's on
Damn, I hate it when I find out that you niggas soft
Go run and hide for cover when the trouble starts
I like it when he stay and play his part
Ain't scared to put a slug through a nigga's heart
Takes the best of both worlds, don't discriminate
East coast, west coast, I don't playa hate
Platinum Daytan on the six-four, regulator
Big trucks in the hood, black navigator
If you icy with the price, bring me that ring, pa
Might entice me to play nicely, come and getcha
You got a wifey, tell her nicely, I'm in the picture
'Cause I ain't gon' struggle for long and try to getcha
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya (hmm, yo)
Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell, with accumulated jewels
Smellin' like you on doche, nigga, you well
But heard you ain't ready to share
How can I live with you? Icy, huh?
Me standin' next to you bare, I heard your pockets knotted
But me, I'm schemin' on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
Like I ain't got it and forget that
Bratty type, spoiled you by the best black
Caddy escalated, 99 edition, get that
And what you ain't equal to a shwang and I ain't with that
Not impressed by all of this is mine, but we can split that
Give me all of it, homeboy, this ain't no Kit-Kat
Start me off 'cause am in couple weeks and I could flip that
What's this 50-50? You ain't breakin' off none
Ya stash is limited, I see it insufficient funds
Mad 'cause I don't speak, but why should you disrespect?
So until ya pockets swells, speak to the back of my neck
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
Yo, blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats
Want me, dicks be harder than aluminum bats
Flaunt me, I don't hang around with average cats
With average whips, that spend average stacks
I'm into anythin' but normal things
Celly rings from the broker at the stock exchange, I'm hearin' that
Glacier-filled chains, all the haters starin' at me
Make sure I stay nice and keep ya bitches glarin' at
Wave ya Rollies in the air, yeah, last year
Now I'm searchin' for the platinum iced out Cartier
Laid up in the cuts in silk Dolce underwear
Yeah, baby, spend that, that's all I'm tryna hear
It's funny how I used to want the richest niggas
Keep five on deck to see who get the quickest figures
'Cause I only want the pick of the litter for this one
And now because my papers got bigger, you gets none
Come on Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
I'm tired of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier
But you know you was with them Ruff Ryder niggas
I ain't really fuckin' with it like that shit (uh, uh, yeah)
Yo, yo nigga, if you shy, move on
Only room for a thug that can hold on
Keep me right in the night, early in the morn'
I need a dog that can bite if the pressure's on
Damn, I hate it when I find out that you niggas soft
Go run and hide for cover when the trouble starts
I like it when he stay and play his part
Ain't scared to put a slug through a nigga's heart
Takes the best of both worlds, don't discriminate
East coast, west coast, I don't playa hate
Platinum Daytan on the six-four, regulator
Big trucks in the hood, black navigator
If you icy with the price, bring me that ring, pa
Might entice me to play nicely, come and getcha
You got a wifey, tell her nicely, I'm in the picture
'Cause I ain't gon' struggle for long and try to getcha
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya (hmm, yo)
Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell, with accumulated jewels
Smellin' like you on doche, nigga, you well
But heard you ain't ready to share
How can I live with you? Icy, huh?
Me standin' next to you bare, I heard your pockets knotted
But me, I'm schemin' on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
Like I ain't got it and forget that
Bratty type, spoiled you by the best black
Caddy escalated, 99 edition, get that
And what you ain't equal to a shwang and I ain't with that
Not impressed by all of this is mine, but we can split that
Give me all of it, homeboy, this ain't no Kit-Kat
Start me off 'cause am in couple weeks and I could flip that
What's this 50-50? You ain't breakin' off none
Ya stash is limited, I see it insufficient funds
Mad 'cause I don't speak, but why should you disrespect?
So until ya pockets swells, speak to the back of my neck
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
Yo, blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats
Want me, dicks be harder than aluminum bats
Flaunt me, I don't hang around with average cats
With average whips, that spend average stacks
I'm into anythin' but normal things
Celly rings from the broker at the stock exchange, I'm hearin' that
Glacier-filled chains, all the haters starin' at me
Make sure I stay nice and keep ya bitches glarin' at
Wave ya Rollies in the air, yeah, last year
Now I'm searchin' for the platinum iced out Cartier
Laid up in the cuts in silk Dolce underwear
Yeah, baby, spend that, that's all I'm tryna hear
It's funny how I used to want the richest niggas
Keep five on deck to see who get the quickest figures
'Cause I only want the pick of the litter for this one
And now because my papers got bigger, you gets none
Come on Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
Come on, Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on, ma)
I need ya (oh, understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve, I'd do anythin' to keep ya
Credits
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Grant Cantres
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Other Album Tracks
- First Lady (Intro)
- Let's Talk About (feat. Drag-On)
- Gotta Man
- Philly, Philly (feat. Beanie Sigel)
- Stuck Up (feat. CJ)
- Ain't Got No Dough (feat. Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott)
- Love Is Blind
- Scenario 2000 (feat. The Lox, DMX & Drag-On)
- Dog Match (feat. DMX)
- We On That (feat. P. Killer Tracks)
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