Anybody Killa Lyrics
Anybody Killa Lyrics
"Nevehoe (featuring Shaggy 2 Dope) Lyrics"
The Boy Lyrics
The Boy Alabama Album: Roll On He stays up at night till way after dark Feeding the dog that lives in our yard He'll put on my shoes and stumble around But together we can catch any outlaw in town The boy tries to be just like me I'm all that he tries to be Watching cartoons on my knee Mamma's little man and me He wants to know how this a
The Boy Alabama Album: Roll On He stays up at night till way after dark Feeding the dog that lives in our yard He'll put on my shoes and stumble around But together we can catch any outlaw in town The boy tries to be just like me I'm all that he tries to be Watching cartoons on my knee Mamma's little man and me He wants to know how this a
(Repeat 3x)
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Stay up off it!
(Anybody Killa)
Quit frontin'
Actin' like I don't know what you up to
I see right through you
So what you gonna do?
Never will you step a foot around me again
'Cause hangin' with you I can't win
Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes
Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes
But I sit back watchin', clockin' dollars
With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to holla
So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'?
All up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin'
You can get the barrel from my homey, Shaggy's shotgun
All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one
I got no love for them marks
Punks, ho
Ghetto Musick Lyrics
"GhettoMusick" Whoo (Whoo) Turn me up, don't turn me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Climbing out this hole (clim
es, snitches"GhettoMusick" Whoo (Whoo) Turn me up, don't turn me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, wit out, hit out You dig in, dig out, you get out Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Find a way to get in, to fit in the ghetto You get out, wit out a dime Ghettomusick, ghettomusick Climbing out this hole (clim
Grown ass bitches
So stay away and don't come to close
'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat
(Chorus 2x)
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I can't stand a muthafucka like you
When my pockets in mind, I don't care what you into
I got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothers
My wife and brothers and too many others
See I'm being tryin' to speak on
while you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon
I should'a just stuck my dick in your mouth
Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the fuck out
I go home and meditate with some sage
Tryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the day
But your new name is vittle fi
I Came As A Rat Lyrics
Well I ain't sure, but I been told He's baking cakes inside our souls Stayed awake, took a nap Got myself my bottles back I'm breakin' them out on the street Walkin' around in my bare feet I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat I caught a ride, we caught some air He's never gonna cut his hair It takes more time to make a fake We night swam down in
gersWell I ain't sure, but I been told He's baking cakes inside our souls Stayed awake, took a nap Got myself my bottles back I'm breakin' them out on the street Walkin' around in my bare feet I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat I caught a ride, we caught some air He's never gonna cut his hair It takes more time to make a fake We night swam down in
'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinners
Just another undercover crackhead
It comes down to you ain't rapin' me again
Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore
Just get your hands out my cookie jar you fuckin' whore
(Chorus 4x)
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
(Anybody Killa)
Nevehoe, not no mo'
'Cause all your true colors are startin' to show
Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar
Tryna get a fistful but it's just too hard
Let me catch you again, I thought I said never
Tryna take what's mine but you ain't that clever
Runnin' with a hatchet
Psychopathic
We don't stop, so you gets no cream of our crop
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Twelve years in this game, for
Dead Nigga Blvd. (Pt. 1) Lyrics
Written by Me'Shell and Cato You sell your soul Like you sell a piece of ass Slave to the dead white leaders on paper And welfare cases Rapists and hoes All reinforced your TV show Exotic and beautiful videos Yeah A jail's a sanctuary for the walking dead It fucks with your head When every black leader ends up dead Somebody sai
hat?Written by Me'Shell and Cato You sell your soul Like you sell a piece of ass Slave to the dead white leaders on paper And welfare cases Rapists and hoes All reinforced your TV show Exotic and beautiful videos Yeah A jail's a sanctuary for the walking dead It fucks with your head When every black leader ends up dead Somebody sai
So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH!
Now fuck that, it's time for some chokin'
Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin'
Spittin' out babies like your spit your game
Shitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fame
Nevehoe, no, I ain't the one
I don't pack one, but I do got a gun
(Chorus 4x)
Nevehoe
You ain't gettin' shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
What, what..? Bring that shit in bitch, what?!..
(Stay up off it!)
Man, don't even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip..(Stay up off it!)
Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!)
Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my bank account bitch!
(Stay up off it!)