Stuck Up Eve (Ft. CJ (2))

[Intro: CJ]
Yo Eve, where you at, man?
I'm tired of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier
But you know you was with them Ruff Ryder niggas
I ain't really fuckin' with it like that shit

[Verse 1: Eve]
Yo, yo nigga, 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 bite it if the pressure's on
Damn, I hate it when I find out that you niggas 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 nigga'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, 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

[Chorus: CJ]
Come on Eve, why you talkin' crazy and all stuck up?
Why you stay tryna play me like yo' ass is tough, what?
My own fuckin' money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick, I'm 'bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (Come on, ma)
I need ya (Understand, ma)
I got to have ya
Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya