f/ The Teamsters



Yeah

Gangsta

What

That Gangsta

Yeah

That Gangsta

on the tips

E.I



[Nelly]

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)



[Teamsters]

What

I've seen on the bricks of the little front

At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts

We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga

Get muscular

Just incase 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 y'all tellin me none of y'all 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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