Anything You Want - Tairrie B.

Here we go on the flow, I got some suckas on the ill tip

So I suppose I’ll have to straighten this up real quick

Give me that microphone and get lost

the female mob boss

I’m strolling on punks like they ain’t shit

Cuz I’m legit, and down with

the Syndicate

this is a Comptown hit

(Ruthless)

And thinking you can get with this is useless

I’m Tairrie B, I got this one for a purpose

Suckas trying to step because they see what’s on the surface

But I’ll pull your card, then we’ll see who’s got the hardest

It’s not the color, it’s the heart of the artist

And you can’t ignore the

woman who will roar

notice the hardcore (hardcore)

Style

, scope the dope profile

Listen a while, child,

it’s all compiled

Like a text

and the next to flex will get waxed

It ain’t nothing but a pile of melted tracks

Schoolly, break it on down

east coast

And let’s stone cold toast

Now Schoolly’s got the music and me, I got the lyrical

Eazy’s by my side, making sure that the spirit goes

Into the show, and so the whole thing kicks

Echo Sound is where we mix

Eazy-E's on the set and I’m in no doubt

That a Ruthless bitch has just stepped out

that she’s gulpin'

All the boyz in the hood…

…and they go hopin'

They can get with me, like when you saw my cover

And stepped up to me trying to be my lover

But that ain’t happening, yo, cuz I ain’t with it

You tried to play the

This style is so wild, boy you can’t handle it

I don’t need a man to get

Stupid for me

, I’ll do just fine on my own

And I’ll rip up the system, steal the show

A girl gets out of hand and I’ll smack the ho

So for those who thought I couldn’t do this

(Yo Tairrie) What?

(Show them who’s Ruthless)

Now the cap I wear reads Comptown on it

Y’all can’t read or something, shit

So a brother steps up talking all kinda junk

(Bitch, you ain’t from Compton)

Shut the fuck up, punk!

And pay your respects to the queen of Comptown

Punks talking junk are the punks I stomp down

Heel to toe, in steel-toed boots

Platinum blonde with Italian roots

Clever with rhyming,

forever like diamonds

You sleep while I creep so I keep climbing

objective: your desire

Always draped in the flyest attire

Damage is done and you can bet that I did it

With finesse, in a dress that’s perfectly fitted

juice my hitlist

, they can’t get with this

Female caucasian, can I get a witness?

(Yeah!)

I know you heard it before, I won’t bore ya:

Yo Compton?

Am I white and I throw ya?

Yo everybody thinks that I’m

rocking you

and that’s why I got a record deal

(Fuck naw, she won’t even give me the pussy)

(Word)