Eve
Stuck Up (feat. C.J.)
(CJ)
Yo Eve where you at man
I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier but you know
You was with them Ruff Ryder n***as
I ain't really f**kin with it like that shit

(Eve)
Yo yo n***a 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 buy it if the pressure's on
Damn I hate it when I find out that you n***as 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 n***a's heart
Takes the best of both worlds don't discriminate
East coast, West Coast I don't playa hate
Platinum daytan on the 6-4 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 and come and get'cha
You got a wifey, tell her nicely I'm in the picture
Cause I ain't gon struggle for long and try to get'cha

(CJ)
Come on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up
Why you stay tryin to play me like yo ass is tough one
My own f**kin money ain't good enough
You got a n***a so sick I'm bout to throw the f**k up
But I love ya (come on ma)
I need ya (understand ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve I'd do anything to keep ya