2 Things You Can’t Come Back From

Lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile] Y'all know what it is, nigga It's Neno and Philthy Rich in this bitch I'ma tell you like this, yeah Loose lips sink ships Nigga, and some of you motherfuckers lips saying aircraft carriers Need to shut your fucking mouth up, mind your own and get your own, nigga Stay out of my way, and I ain't in your's Let's do this As we proceed [Chorus: Philthy Rich] Two things you can't come back from Being a snitch and a fagget Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it My young niggas calling me to come get on something That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something You gotta keep it 100, all the way around Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] They don't know what I go through, what these fagget ass hoеs do They think that they know, but it's not a lot that I show you They blind to thе facts, they just seeing what they seeing All they know is I'm having money, and I'm riding European 'Cause a nigga stand out, so they got they hand out Same niggas wanted me dead, what I was hearing 'bout Kept the lord in my life, and my head to the sky Them niggas wasn't at [?] when I was fighting for my life Man, that only made me stronger, since then my money longer Old friends from the past, been on my phone longer [?] from the main, and Rick, he from the hill Behind them two niggas, [?] clapping behind the steal Yeah [?] on my line, he tryna get his appeal [?] comisary, he tryna get him a mill I'm just tryna get a deal, and show him this shit is real For my niggas read the paper, they say that I just got killed It's Philthy [Chorus: Philthy Rich] Two things you can't come back from Being a snitch and a fagget Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it My young niggas calling me to come get on something That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something You gotta keep it 100, all the way around Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down [Verse 2: Juvenile] Rats everywhere, they got cheese eaters around us You was tryna hide, but they told them, now you surrounded They collect the money, they [?] put you in county Took you off the streets, and put 20 G's on the bounty You ain a dirty world, [?] pull the soap out Nobody hanging niggas, but niggas'll pull a roap out You ain't hear the story, 'bout how they ran in my ho house? I ain't even know it, until they pull all the [?] out Somebody put the low out, know how they go out Hate to see you [?] we fuck him up when we roll out Rat city, these snitches talking they mouth off Load up the chopper, and use the bullets as mouth wash [Chorus: Philthy Rich] Two things you can't come back from Being a snitch and a fagget Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it My young niggas calling me to come get on something That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something You gotta keep it 100, all the way around Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down