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Nelly » Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
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	Yeah Gangsta What That Gangsta Yeah That Gangsta on the tips E.I (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 (Chorus: 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 (Chorus x2) (Nelly:) 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 (Chorus) 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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