Hush Hush Tip - 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, I fake the funk 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, um, 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

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)

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

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

Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical

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

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