Got What You Need


Scorpion, 3m 52sec

Got What You Need
  • Got What You Need



[Swizz Beatz]
Yo stop the tape, hold on
Listen man, this Swizz
It's not a game, it's going down
We ain't playing wit y'all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doing this for the, two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
World, premiere
World, premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it

[Chorus 1: Swizz Beatz]
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need

[Chorus 2: Swizz Beatz]
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies

[Chorus 1]

Uh, yo
hey, hey
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playing
Swizz got niggas screaming "Dog, you O-Din"
Do what I do best
Spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without saying
See you stalling on the floor
What you standing for?
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
What you balling for?
Crabs that ain't got nothing to add
What you calling for?
Ladies, this one's for you
Get ya party flowing right now
Baby, no time to relax
niggas trying to holla
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
And if he acting cheap
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
Send a bottle wit a note
Sip, get ya teeth wet

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

So niggas where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggas at?
Killers where yo clickers at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
Clap twice I'm that nice
Ya funny fagots like Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
I walk and talk my shit
Breaker, breaker, one, nine
Eve let them bitches know
Three running wit the flow
We gonna block them though
Then we gonna lock the door

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

Yo, yo
In the club we get our niggas in
We pay off security
Same niggas that couldn't get in
Ya niggas remember me

Hey yo
Ladies, where you at?
Stuck up, don't reply
Where you at? (here we go!)
That's right, keep it live

West Coast, we could ride
East Coast, fucking live
Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that
Make 'em bounce that

Nigga this here nasty
Keep the shit rocking
Always Double-R, keep shit knocking

You know how Ruff Ryders do
You push, we "Ryde or Die" all you
I got heat to make the steam boil

Heard you was fronting on the camp niggas
Stop that hot shit, all day
Clown yeah, we got that

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Swizz Beatz]
Ya ain't ready for this shit right here
Ya ain't ready for this thing right here
Bounce! Bounce! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Swizz Beatz!
I keep my chain sipping
Put fire on ya ass!
We gon' peep that fire on ya ass!
Lets go
That's right
Play the shit right

Written by Smalls, Mel Jason / Dean, Kasseem / McCain, Eric / Jeffers, Eve
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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