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Artist: Eve ft. Nokio
Song: What Y'all Want
Album: First Lady Of Ruff Ryders

[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

**[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 v’all 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?
Leave her be
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 I’ma 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
Fantasisin’ about this bitch
Got ‘em goin’ insane
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