Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it

[CHORUS: Gwen Stefani]
And if I had to give you more
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind

[Eve]
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat

Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me

Now while you grittin your teeth
Frustration baby you gotta breathe
Take alot more that you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine

Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes

[CHORUS]

[Eve]
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl
Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on

Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes

[CHORUS]

[Eve]
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl
Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on

But then again

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Used to let shit slide
Caught a couple lies
I chilled for real, I mean I called a couple guys
Knew when you was fucking up, I saw it in your eyes
Then I guess it was my fault cause I put up the disguise
In public we was happy
In home we'd be scrapping
Later we'd be naked, joking, smoking and laughing
Making up to Break up
I thought that shit was love
But it wasn't and I learned the hard was soaking in suds
Crying all depressed
Not again You'll never catch me
Wishing on a star for some nigga to come bless me
I tried to save it
All you ever did was stress me
Pushing all me buttons
Why the fuck must you stress me
Nigga get a life
Go on and find a wife
Get the fuck out my face 'fore I go and find a knife
And you still calling my phone trying to act polite

Asking me for favors now you know that shit ain't right
But

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Uh-oh
You see me coming don't you
Look at you running wont you
Oh you gonna sit there and see me like I want to approach you
Now it's payback
I'm talking way back
To bitches calling hanging up
You ain't no way to save that
To unanswered questions
To home in the a.m.
To you out clubbing
Forcing me to stay in
Remember - O.K. then
It's over - no playing
I said it before
I'm about to do it - fuck what you saying
To late for apologies
Go puff on a pile of weed
Think about this good bitch that's leaving and don't follow me
Moving on
Shut you down
Now you wanna regret
You could fuck all day - But it would never feel like my sex
Played yourself
Tried to show I cared
You ain't cared
When I needed you the most nigga you wasn't there
And the game is the same
Comes around goes around
Now hate me forever while the chorus goes around

[Repeat chorus 4x]

[Eve]
Look ma everybody makes mistakes aight

"Got What You Need"
(feat. Drag-On, Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz Beatz]
Yo stop the tape, hold on
Listen man, this Swizz
It's not a game, it's goin down
We ain't playin wit y'all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doin this for the.. two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
World, premiere
World, premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it

Stop..

[Chorus 1: Swizz Beatz]
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need

[Chorus 2: Swizz Beatz]
Now - ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies

Ladies, ladies, ladies

[Chorus 1]

[Eve]
Uhh, yo
Aiiyo, aiiyo
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playin
Swizz got niggaz screamin "Dog, you O-Din"
Do what I do best
Spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without sayin
See you stallin on the floor
What you standin for?
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
What you ballin for?
Crabs that ain't got nuttin to add
What you callin for?
Ladies - this one's for you
Get ya party flowin right now
Baby, no time to relax
Niggaz tryna holla
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
And if he actin cheap
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
Send a bottle wit a note

Sip, get ya teeth wet

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Drag-On]
So niggaz where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggaz at?
Killaz where yo clickaz at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
[two claps] Clap twice [two claps] I'm that nice
Ya funny faggots like Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
I walk and talk my shit
Breaka, breaka, one, nine
Eve let them bitches know
Three runnin wit the flow
We gonna block them though