(feat. The Teamsters)

Yeah

Gangsta
What
That Gangsta

Yeah
That Gangsta
Lunatics!

E.I

[The Teamsters]

I was forced to live the crazy life
Y'all ^!$$%s 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 !@()
On a shady night
Y'all ^!$$%s is lady like

Blow for ^!$$%s that'll watch your arm
Run in your crib pop your Mom
Like (*##$ with stocks and bonds

In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
Tell a ^!$$% I'm like flex I drop the bomb
You come to war with a switch blade

Get laid
^!$$% Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
We thugged out

Y'all ^!$$%s is (*##$ made
You pick Jay they North white the %#@! 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 ^!$$%
Yo I'm lettin my gun

Pull this trigger %#@! 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

^!$$% I stop for food
How you gonna pop a ^!$$% that pop for you
Hushed out in the drop top

Aqua blue
Get the (*##$ 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 ^!$$%
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 bull%#@!tin 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 $#&@in kid

What you think this is
I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system
So ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%
How ^!$$%!