Текст песни Amil, Da Brat, Eve, Jay-Z - DJ Clue Presents: Backstage
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DJ Clue (Jay-Z)New Shit(Uh, huh, check it out now)Road DawgsAmil, Eve, Da Brat(Amillion, E-V-E)Jay-Z(First Lady)(Check it out, uh yo)(Don`t watch me nigga watch my bitches)Ha ha(Uh, huh)(Uh huh, uh huh)(Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that`s the clique)(Nigga don`t watch me better watch my bitches)[Eve]I stay sick witEach ??? flow like liquid shitHarder than the dick getNigga flew his whole clan just to get witOne touch nigga fiend for the clit lickDon`t leave`em nothing but a quick fixMe and money makers be the first pick andDo the dirt quick andSexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitchOnly fuck wit the raw you should know thisRuff Ryde, but you scared of the stallionScheme for cream, me and AmillionCarry rockets in my pockets, better step backPut holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollarEve, like to cut you, make you hollerPlay cuts for bucks and watch`em pile upYou want more?See me in the drop top it`s onPeach color pony head coursePlayer instinct, learned from my dogsSave ya money baby I`ma take you to the mallAnd I buy you something smallMaybe something negligenCartier, came fast in small thingsWhat I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel meE-V-E, capitalizeTaking the shit, making it mineBig niggas in the game that`ll let us findPut me up against anybody I shineTaking my time for this line for lineMad chart thugs wit yours crime for crimeReal bitches keeping it raw, about timeChorus: 2xs[Jay-Z] (Amil)Where my hoes in this house whoHold they niggas down whoRoll hard, y`all my road dawgs(Hey)Where my ladies in this place whoHold they niggas space whenHe locked up, throw ya baby glocks up(Owh)[Amil]Crush shitBefore I even touch shitWit the princess cuts and shitMy niggas, Roc-a-Love for meHaters, make you think you can fuck wit meThis rap shit is like drugs to meNigga, need a fix leave it up to meAll Money Is LegalRoca y`all know how we doFirst class, all stretch outOr, S-Class all sexed outGot the cash, let`s be outBitch gone only do joints wit the best outMost niggas can`t handle meSo I strictly fuck wit familySports to death, ask JiggaDon`t I only deal wit a high class nigga?It`s a turn off if my cash biggerDon`t blame me, blame my last niggaMother fucker kept me laced from the feet upStarted off wit a pair of V studsI be wifey no pre-nupsStill ended up wit the SE whatWindows down, seats backCan`t catch me wit a sweet trackCo-writers don`t need that99 and I still ain`t meet my matchFeel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?the only ones that had a chanceWas the ones wit the cash advanceChorus:[Da Brat]