Yeah
Gangsta
What
That Gangsta
Yeah
That Gangsta
on the tips
E.I
[The Teamsters]
I was forced to live the crazy life
Y all niggas don t understand what a day be like
But a son know my Pop s didn t raise me right
When Hennedy don t pay me right
No Baby wipes
Keep the 3-80 tight
The Mercedes dyke
On a shady night
Y all niggas is lady like
Blow for niggas that ll watch your arm
Run in your crib pop your Mom
Like bitch with stocks and bonds
In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
Tell a nigga I m like flex I drop the bomb
You come to war with a switch blade
Get laid
Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
We thugged out
Y all niggas is bitch made
You pick Jay they North white the shit grade
Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray
Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
[Hook x2]
I run my right guard incase my shot ain t handy
Speed stickin me and mine
I turn it up a degree
Your secrets still kept
Never let em see you sweat
[Teamsters]
I m second to none nigga
Yo I m lettin my gun
Pull this trigger shit off the window
Through the head of your son
I ve been runnin like 20 miles
I ain t sweatin for fun
Yo it s hard to be a team when the second is one
Cause I follow very
Wanna wife like Halle Berry
Yeah I ain t tryna be locked up under consolitary
Like it don t stop
Nigga I stop for food
How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
Hushed out in the drop top
Aqua blue
Get the bitch screamin "Please, Please, not my boo"
My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook
You know the name
Switch up the game like Garth Brooks
Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars
I been hard through hell better sing God
Diminish, I m a bull dog, breathing British
You ain t site cause your night show is all about your image
[Hook x2]
[Nelly]
What
I ve seen on the bricks of the little front
At colorses, check the ash tray that hold the blunts
We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga
Get muscular, just in case you let your lips slip up
I m bustin ya, never let em see you sweat
Yeah that s my motto, catch em in the club get wrecked
With the bottle, the silencer behind his neck
The others follow
Show them you ain t bullshittin and you ain t hollow
I saw you talkin to that chick up over there
I heard you ask her why she on my dick, yeah, yeah
I heard it all before ya dig
Next thing you tellin me Nelly
I put that on my fuckin kid
What you think this is
I m the reason they invented the whole navigational system
So niggas can t find they trucks and they women when I m with em
Like I catch em in linen
And then I flip em and run up in em
Send her back to him
And go to his house and blow him with her
[Hook]
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em
Never let em
To to play this hit out nigga
How nigga!

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