Nevehoe Lyrics - Anybody Killa

(Repeat 3x) 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Neva 

Stay up off it! 

(Anybody Killa) 

Quit frontin' 

Actin' like I don't know what you up to 

I see right through you 

So what you gonna do? 

Never will you step a foot around me again 

'Cause hangin' with you I can't win 

Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes 

Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes 

But I sit back watchin', clockin' dollars 

With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to holla 

So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'? 

All up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin' 

You can get the barrel from my homey, Shaggy's shotgun 

All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one 

I got no love for them marks 

Punks, hoes, snitches 

Grown ass bitches 

So stay away and don't come to close 

'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat 

(Chorus 2x) 

Nevehoe 

You ain't gettin' shit 

Nevehoe 

Nevehoe 

Stay up off it! 

(Shaggy 2 Dope) 

I can't stand a muthafucka like you 

When my pockets in mind, I don't care what you into 

I got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothers 

My wife and brothers and too many others 

See I'm being tryin' to speak on 

while you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon 

I should'a just stuck my dick in your mouth 

Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the fuck out 

I go home and meditate with some sage 

Tryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the day 

But your new name is vittle fingers 

'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinners 

Just another undercover crackhead 

It comes down to you ain't rapin' me again 

Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore 

Just get your hands out my cookie jar you fuckin' whore 

(Chorus 4x) 

Nevehoe 

You ain't gettin' shit 

Nevehoe 

Nevehoe 

Stay up off it! 

(Anybody Killa) 

Nevehoe, not no mo' 

'Cause all your true colors are startin' to show 

Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar 

Tryna get a fistful but it's just too hard 

Let me catch you again, I thought I said never 

Tryna take what's mine but you ain't that clever 

Runnin' with a hatchet 

Psychopathic 

We don't stop, so you gets no cream of our crop 

(Shaggy 2 Dope) 

Twelve years in this game, for what? 

So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH! 

Now fuck that, it's time for some chokin' 

Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin' 

Spittin' out babies like your spit your game 

Shitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fame 

Nevehoe, no, I ain't the one 

I don't pack one, but I do got a gun 

(Chorus 4x) 

Nevehoe 

You ain't gettin' shit 

Nevehoe 

Nevehoe 

Stay up off it! 

What, what..? Bring that shit in bitch, what?!.. 

(Stay up off it!) 

Man, don't even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip..(Stay up off it!) 

Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!) 

Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my bank account bitch! 

(Stay up off it!)