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 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]
[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 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
you tellin me Nelly I 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!
N Artists/Bands 
Nelly CDs in sales 
