Nelly Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Never Let 'Em C U Sweat Lyrics

(feat. The Teamsters)

 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!