Stuck Up
Album: Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Release Date: 9/14/99
Label: Interscope Records
Explicit version of "Stuck Up" lyrics
Yo Eve
I'm tired of talkin' to this answerin' machine s***
I seen you earlier but you know you was with them
Ruff Ryder niggas
Yo
Only room for a thug that can hold on
Keep me right in the night
I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure's on
Damn
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
Platinum Daytana on the 6-4 regulator
Big trucks in the hood
If you icy with the price
Might entice me to play nicely
You got a wifey
'Cause I ain't gon' struggle for long and try to get'cha
Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own f*****' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the f*** up
But I love ya
I got to have ya
Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell with accumulated jewels
Smellin' like you on doche
Heard you ain't ready to share
How can I live with you? Icy huh?
Me standin' next to you bare
But me I'm schemin' on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a b****
Like I ain't got it and forget that Bratty type spoiled
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 with time couple weeks and I could flip that
What's this 50/50? You ain't breakin' off none
I see it insufficient funds
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 tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own f*****' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the f*** up
But I love ya
I got to have ya
Yo
Want me
Flaunt me
With average whips that spend average stacks
I'm into anythin' but normal things
Celly rings from tha 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 b****** glarin' at
Wave ya Rollies in the air
Now I'm searchin' for the platinum iced out Cartier
Laid up in da cuts in silk Dolce underwear
Yeah baby
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 tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own f*****' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the f*** up
But I love ya
I got to have ya
Come on Eve why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryin' to play me like yo ass is tough one?
My own f*****' money ain't good enough?
You got a nigga so sick I'm 'bout to throw the f*** up
But I love ya
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