Everything U Want

[Intro:]

Wooo! Let's go

Ha, ha, hoe

[B-Real:]

It's so close, I can feel it in my hands

Everything I ever wanted and then some, about to expand man

I can taste it, the flavor is so sweet

Stocks risin up, that's the word on the street

In spite of the hype, gotta keep my head on straight

Keep my shit to myself and don't give my aces away

I'm so tired I can feel it in my bones but the throne is so near

I can hear these, hateful clones

Whispered the words they won't say out loud

But you heard them praise me, under their breath some still hate me

So numb man I can't feel a thing

And I ain't lettin nothin get in the way of what it is we bring

I'm tryin to reach out, and grab the opportunity knockin

If I don't answer the door, it don't come often

I'm so heated and I'm ready for whatever is needed

I cheated death, my last words, at least I beat it - let's go

[Chorus:]

Everything you want, what'chu goin for

Tell 'em what'chu need so you don't need it any more

How we get the dough, what we get it fo'

Where you gonna be in ten years, let me know

[Buckshot:]

I started out as an underground artist (uhh)

Underestimated, under the weather in undergarments

Under cars and, trucks, tryin to make a "Buck"

But I failed 'til I put "Shot" down and stepped up

Kept up, crept up, couldn't keep your breath up

Can't breathe? I think you should leave, yessir

Cause umm, ma'am, I am the first grand

From the shotty papi got in his hand, got me? Damn

Stand, focus on your funds

Cause when you're broke it's no joke, it ain't no funnn

If my homies can't have none, how come

Yeah you got a label but unstable's your outcome?

Uhh, kinda shaky though (yeah) kinda make me go

Mmmmmm if I was you I wouldn'ta copped that Mercedes yo

You like the ladies though (huh) that's your downfall

Cause too much pussy mean more pussy around y'all

[Chorus]

[Buckshot:]

Buckshot, B-Real, Black Moon, Cypress Hill

Every night is real, everybody move at the sight of steel

Cause we 'bout to get that dough

When we get that dough, we gon' flip that so

[B-Real:]

She's so hot, I can tell you what she wants

And I can tell you it's not me it's the bread go ahead and doubt it

She's about it, she can work it like a pro for dough

And she knows I'm risin up like Survivor yo

With the "Eye of the Tiger", settin tracks to fire

But I'm so cold, like Avon, hits for hire

Sick and tired, of these birds, pullin stunts for status

Lookin at us like we're their first class trips to Paris

That's so old, better try another method cause every second

You waste is another moment, you fail to face it

Embrace it, I feel a chill, so youser a pill

Take no for an answer, right up in your grill

She's so smooth, tell you what you want to hear when she got her hands

In your pockets, until ain't nothin left in your wallet

Yeah, she wants a baller to follow and holla at her

A homey of high stature with the fortune to capture

[Chorus x2]