Schoolly D - Anything You Want lyrics

[Verse 1 - Tairrie B] Here we go on the flow, I got some s**as on the ill tip So I suppose I'll have to straighten this up real quick Give me that microphone and get lost Who's taking over? the female mob boss I'm strolling on punks like they ain't sh** Cuz I'm legit, and down with the Syndicate But this is a Comptown hit, so it's public (Ruthless) And thinking you can get with this is useless I'm Tairrie B, I got this one for a purpose s**as 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 So look more close, 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 from the east coast And let's stone cold toast [Break] [Verse 2] [Tairrie B] 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] Eazy-E's on the set and I'm removing all doubt That a Ruthless b**h has just stepped out [A Comptowner to the open?] that she's gulpin' All the boyz in the hood... [Tairrie B] ...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 [declawed stay a minute?] This style is so wild, boy you can't handle it And if you try, I don't need a man to get Stupid for me, I'll do just fine on my own Gimme a microphone 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) [Break] [Verse 3] [Tairrie B] Now the cap I wear reads Comptown on it Y'all can't read or something, sh** So a brother steps up talking all kinda junk (b**h, you ain't from Compton) [Eazy-E] Shut the f** up, punk! And pay your respects to the queen of Comptown [Tairrie B] 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 Higher, 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 When I 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? [Spoken] Yo Eazy (What's up Tairrie?) Yo everybody thinks that I'm rocking you and that's why I got a record deal (f** naw, she won't even give me the p**y) (Word)