Stuck Up Lyrics

from Ruff Ryder's First Lady

"Stuck Up" is track #11 on the album Ruff Ryder's First Lady. It was written by Jeffers, Eve / Cantres, Grant / Dean, Darrin / Dean, Kasseem.
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Yo Eve, where you at man?
I'm tired of talkin' to this answerin' 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

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 buy it if the pressure's on

Damn, I hate it when I find out that you nigga's 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 Daytana 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

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 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

Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell with accumulated jewels
Smellin' like you on doche, nigga you well
Heard you ain't ready to share
How can I live with you? Icy huh?

Me standin' next to you bare, I heard your pockets knotted
But me I'm schemin' on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
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, ya stash is limited
I see it insufficient funds, mad 'cause I don't speak
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 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

Yo, blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats
Want me, dick's be harder then aluminum bat's
Flaunt me, I don't hang around with average cats
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 bitches glarin' at

Wave ya Rollies in the air, yeah last year
Now I'm searchin' for the platinum iced out Cartier
Laid up in da cuts in silk Dolce underwear
Yeah baby, spend that that's all I'm tryin' to hear

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 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

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 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

Songwriters
Jeffers, Eve / Cantres, Grant / Dean, Darrin / Dean, Kasseem

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