Never Let ’Em C U Sweat

Nelly & Teamsters - Rap, Underground Rap
Never Let ’Em C U Sweat
2 Plays
Duration: 4:14
Lyrics
[Produced by City Spud] [Intro: D. Gritty & Bugzy] Yeah, that gangsta Woah, that gangsta Yeah, that gangsta Lunatics, E.I. What? What? [Verse 1: D. Gritty] I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like Got a son, no, my pops didn't raise me right When Kennedy don't pay me right, no baby wipes Grip the .380 tight, Mercedes bike On a shady night, y'all niggas is ladylike Roll with niggas that'll watch your arm Run in your crib, pop your mom Like, bitch, where the stocks and bonds? In the studio, you thug, wanna block your calm Tell a nigga I'm like Flex, I drop the bomb, huh Come to war with a switchblade, get laid Nigga, I'ma spit the gauge at your rib cage We thugged out, y'all niggas is bitch-made You picked Jay, it ain't off-white, the shit gray Your customers mad, ready to let a clip spray Out of a week, I stay in the lab for six days [Chorus: Bugzy, Nelly & D. Gritty, All] I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? [Verse 2: Bugzy] I'm second to none, nigga, yo, it's lead in my gun Bullets ricocheted off the window through the head of your son I've been running like twenty miles, I ain't sweating for fun Yo, it's hard to be a team intercepted as one 'Cause I fought for very, want a wife like Halle Berry I ain't tryna be locked up under consolatory How you gon' stop a nigga unstoppable? How you gon' pop a nigga that pop for you? Hop out in the drop-top, aqua blue Got the bitch screaming, "Pl-please, not my boo" I'm far from shook, I deal with smart crooks Yeah, you know the name, switch up the game like Garth Brooks Like ten cars, from Tahoes to Windstars I've been hardly helped, but it sing, God Diminish, I'm a bulldog, breathing British You ain't side 'cause you nice, yo, it's all about your image [Chorus: Bugzy, Nelly & D. Gritty, All] I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? [Verse 3: Nelly] Sitting on the bricks of the riverfront in Cutlasses Check the ashtrays 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, uh Never let 'em see you sweat, yeah, that's my motto Catch 'em in the club, get wrecked with the bottle Upside his head, behind his neck, the others follow Show them y'all ain't bullshitting and you ain't hollow But I saw you talkin' to that chick off over there I heard you ask her why she on my dick, yeah, yeah I heard it all before, you 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 to catch 'em in linen and denim, flip 'em and run up in 'em Send her back to him and go to his house, sit and blow him with 'em, never let 'em see you sweat [Chorus: Bugzy, Nelly & D. Gritty, All] I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? I brought my Right Guard in case my sure ain't handy Speed Sticking, me and mine If I turn it up a degree, the secret's still kept Never let 'em see you sweat, what? [Outro: The Teamsters] We be Speed Stickin, me and mine Never let 'em see you sweat Never let 'em see you sweat Teamsters My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga Never let 'em, never let 'em Motherfuck who? Time to take this shit out, nigga Motherfuck you Nah, nah, nigga Want y'all, nigga
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- City Spud
- Gritlok
- Jamal “Bugzy” Aziz
- Nelly
- Corporal