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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 b**** 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

I'm a spit the gauge at your rib cage

We thugged out

Y'all niggas is b**** made

You pick Jay they North white the sh*t grade

Yor cousin looks mad

Ready to let the clips spray

Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days



HOOK:

I run my right guard

In case 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



Repeat hook



(Teamsters:)

I'm second to none nigga

Yo I'm lettin' my gun

Pull this trigger sh*t 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 b**** 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, h*es 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



Repeat hook twice



(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 bullsh*ttin'

And you ain't hollow

I saw you talkin' to that chick up over there

I heard you ask her why she on my d*ck,

Yeah, yeah, I heard it all before ya dig

Next thing you tellin' me Nelly

I put that on my f***in' 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



Repeat 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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