| Song | What Ya Want |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Eve |
| Artist | Nokio |
| Album | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: [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 val 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 imma 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 | |
| Fantasizin about this bitch | |
| Got em goin insaine | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 val 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 imma 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 | |
| Fantasizin about this bitch | |
| Got em goin insaine | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 val 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 imma 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 | |
| Fantasizin about this bitch | |
| Got em goin insaine | |
| 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 |