Never Let em C U Sweat featuring The Teamsters Lyrics by Nelly

Never Let em C U Sweat featuring The Teamsters Lyrics

    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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