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
Your cousin looks mad
Ready to let the clips spray
Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days

HOOK (2x):
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

(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

HOOK (2x)

(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

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