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    "That's What It Is" Lyrics

    Eve feat. Styles P

    track 10
    Scorpion [2001]
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    [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around
    Huh, first lady mobbin' nigga hit the ground
    Next break into that who we what a sound
    Heads boppin', never fails once the Doc's around
    Hatin' the fact that she do things on both sides
    But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right?
    Lady like in many ways because in trust I can be crazy like on any day
    Some do they dirt but best believe in time they pay
    Do believe in lettin shit chill til the promised day huh
    Seems they just fade away I love it coz them clowns they just paved the way
    Left it wide open got no time to play mad coz shit changed got no time to stay
    Considered snobby then just hate me I don't give a fuck
    Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up...

    [Styles] Eve don't give a f*ck about you, that's what it is
    Eve is the hottest b**ch, that's what it is
    But she gon' stay ladylike, that's what it is
    But I'ma act crazy like, that's what it is
    Think I got your house shot, that's what it is
    Think I got your car burnt, that's what it is
    Think I got your people robbed, that's what it is
    Coz we don't give a f*ck about you, that's what it is

    [Styles] I aint got a moment to waste
    I'm tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face
    And they can't see your eyes or your nose
    Why P? Coz 4, 5 slugs is consumin' the space
    This is Holiday you need, you f*ck with the Scorpion
    I don't stop poppin 'til your body don't breathe
    Clap more than the audience, after the show
    Stab more than the butcher, and I'm kinda righteous
    So I'ma help you pray for the Lord when I push ya
    She the First Lady, I'm the ghost with the gun
    Aimed at your son that'll love to burst crazy
    Ruff Rydin' the clique, come up outta your shit
    Get clapped in the wig, sold a lot of records
    But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids
    Gat to the back and the ribs we the hood, even Holiday bitch that's what it is


    [Eve] Broke out and got grown, holdin her own
    That b**ch come strong, give up, dead wrong
    I don't even f*ck around 'less your head strong
    Aint too many that's around that can match they mind blown
    Can't figure her out is she street, sweet, gutter, I'm from the hood
    A lot of y'all niggas gold, this bitch two million sold
    And I just figured that I'd make it known
    Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
    Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
    Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you crossfire
    Thought you was the realest you said you caught liar
    Any time you at where I be, I'ma try you

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Kare for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Darrin Dean, Eve Jeffers, Scott Storch, Scott Spencer Storch, David Styles, Andre Romell Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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