|
[Featuring Kaveo]
|
Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do
|
You know
|
It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer
|
At the same time , 96 to the hard top brandy wine
|
Gettin' mine in a big fashion
|
11 pounds in the back of the Volvo wagon
|
Money long like the perm on the superbad
|
And hella fools in the game is all what you had
|
Mail, the brew, it got me evil wit the 6
|
So I'm riding wit my peepers
|
I'm on the block and the new booties don't know me
|
Coming through buyin' 50 sacks from the homie
|
I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense
|
Peace sign cause they peep my gauge on the fence
|
Common sense if you niggas had a little of it
|
And didn't know me, your ass in the middle of it
|
You understand that I'm the man that'll bleed ya
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
Now you see, some of you niggas is in it for the glory
|
And not for the story
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bit the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
So we gone hang out these nuts and teach you new bucks how to ...
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
And at the same time crease your brain wit a heavy start to this game
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bit the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
Cause shit don't quit, we know the poplockin' mix 17 for the twix
|
It's for the scrilla, love to count the notes
|
Me and my folks landcruise to the boat then we all smoke
|
Vegas, on the Sega we chopping game
|
And they tell me fool talkin bad on my name
|
Claim he the one that made a nigga all his paper
|
And if you quit than it ain't no B-Legit
|
Heard the shit and I was quik to cut his ass off
|
Shit it did it first time that you took a loss
|
But I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe
|
But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve
|
I charge a high price, I said the shit was ice
|
Candy clean but I sold you a dream
|
And than you think I'm the one to get over on
|
Don't let me catch you comin' in and out a nigga's zone
|
Cause Imma buck ya, fuck ya, I don't need ya
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
You lame motherfucker
|
Boy don't you know I got enough blow to make it snow
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
Cause Snowwhite is the flavor they save up here neighbour
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
So don't you driwwle that swiwwle round here, nigga
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
And if ya thinkin' about breathin' Imma keep feedin' and uuuh
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bit the hand that feed ya
|
Now I done been around the world once or twice
|
In every state I done seem to escape vice
|
Knock bitches and peel the head of a ...
|
And baby girl got a ass just like her mama
|
And what would it take to get your ass out to Cali
|
Where niggas knock dubs off in the alley
|
A plane ticket, roundtrip to the Bay
|
A rental car and a cool ass place to stay
|
Now where you lay, I consider that my under spot
|
So don't tell a soul cause I don't want it hot
|
The first year she got she was out makin' friends
|
And when she really need to be out makin' endz
|
A close folk, shit got cut short
|
So get your thangs, bitch you headed for the airport
|
And it's a shame I ain't even get a chance to spread ya
|
But you bit the hand that fed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
Bitch, how many niggas on my team can get ate
|
For a trip to the Golden State
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
Hoe, it could be kosher, as long as my mail is in motion
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand that feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
This ain't true to there so beware
|
Cause Imma run ya till ya pay ya fare
|
(B-Legit)
|
Never bite the hand thad feed ya
|
(Kaveo)
|
And if you can't find yourself or loose yourself
|
On the next thang
|
Cause Imma keep my composure and stay high on this dohja
|
Ain't no sweat of my back cause the tramp played her self like a batch
|
And if you think I ... Imma show you what a mack look like
|
|
|
-----------------
|
neva bite
|
b legit |