Hush Hush Tip lyrics

Artist  : N-tyce 
Song : Hush Hush Tip



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 f/ Method Man



[N-Tyce]

When it comes to a secret, maybe, if you down

I got a man, yet I'm known to sneak around

Huh, I just can't help but mingle

If a cutie steps up, a think the fuck and say I'm
single

I'm down wit runnin' games, I know it's a
shame

But when I kiss, I never give 'em my real
name

I'm not a hooker, but I'm the good looker

Known to flirt, lookin' good in a tight skirt

Now I'm back to my man, and help these begin

And know how I'm sorta messin' wit his best
friend

We were first introduced at a party

Okay, I admit that I was naughty lookin' at his
body

Prime example of a typical chipmunk

My booties kinda thick so you know I'm pullin'
niggas quick

Look but don't touch, no need to rush

We can get together if you kept it on the hush
hush



[Chorus: N-Tyce (Method Man)]

I won't tell if you won't tell

Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush
tip

(I won't tell if you won't tell

Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush)



[N-Tyce]

If he doesn't know, how can it hurt?

My mans should of known from the jump, that I'm a
chick, no nut work

Why do you think I got the name N-Tyce?

Why do you think all the fellas be lookin'
twice?

I am what I am and that's a fly chick

People compare me to Rick because I'm so
"slick"

Now check it out, I was coolin' wit my
girlfriends

Walkin' by mad guys, gettin' more whistles than a
whirlwind

Yeah, that's what we was hearin'

Walk a little closer, baby, as we were
starin'

At this one and that one, I spotted this fly
kid

It was my mans best friend starin' weak in his
eye lid

Yo, I must admit that I was shocked

I mean, my man's best friend sneakin' up on my
jock?

Could I get caught? I think my chances were
slim

I mean, yo, what's my man got to do with him?
Heh



[Chorus]



[instrumental break]



[N-Tyce]

No rings on my finger, so I'm cheatin'

Coolin' wit my man's best friend, now, trick

A freak can do wit a thought, that ya best friend
would sneak

Behind ya back, every week wit ya girl in his
sack

I'm not dumb, I knew that was the plan of my
man

To test me, to see if I would kick it wit his
friend

But, um, I'm a tough act to follow

When it comes to runnin' games, call me
Chicago

Matter fact, there ain't a brother that can
hang

Didn't, now ya know, that N-Tyce is my name

You try to play me like a Genesis

Now it's time for me to step off, I gotta put an
end to this

I can have my cake and eat it too

But, you both get the boot, huh, lookin' for
someone new

You got played, now you want me to keep it on the
hush hush?

Another bites the dust



[Chorus]



[Outro: Method Man (N-Tyce)]

Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical

(Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his
back, uh

Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his
back)