Steal The Show Lyrics - Country Grammar - Nelly

City Spud(City Spud) 

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal 

I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga 

Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga 

Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga 

And if I got beef I let the whole world know it 

So if you got beef let the whole world know it 

Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it 

It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it 

Or get it blown from the top gun nigga 

I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga 

Dissin my crew you catch hot ones 

I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns 

I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses 

While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses 

Yo I'm gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches 

Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches 

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(Murphey Lee) 

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy 

The civilized jewel boy 

I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores 

For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and wallabies 

I smoke la like daa-da-dee it got me boomin like bad-a-bing 

Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on 

Actually I get hummed on 

Hoes tongues be on my dong dong 

Gevity- long, head at night, head in the morn 

Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songs 

Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on 

Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home 

Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town 

Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down 

Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud 

Hoes be pretendin always sayin they too proud 

If I ruled the world, I do now 

Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd 

Photos 

(Hook - Lunatics) 2x 

Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress 

Lunatics about to steal the show 

(Where you from?) 

From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4 

(Ali) 

I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag 

This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash 

Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh 

Talkin trash 'bout whoopin my ass 

I never let a nigga do that, who that 

Get his brains blew back with a new gat 

Yellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through that 

And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that 

In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani 

An iced out ring just to score on your eye 

Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory 

Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weak 

We be Nicki?, Jackie Frost,?? 

Danny Terrio, does shows to the Motorola 

Money hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dog 

What you holdin, I'm paid, so controllin y'all 

Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next 

To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects 

(Keyaun) 

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes 

'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake 

I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes 

Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapes 

Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate 

A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape 

Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake 

Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate 

First you caught a case, second you caught the babes 

Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake 

Good things come to those who wait 

So if you waitin on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be late 

In your house with your spouse I'm doin the nasty 

I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays 

Branson and hashy, add gas and wrap somethin 

And burn the place, ya heard me 

(Nelly) 

Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow 

In the back door, infrared low 

Tell me somethin that I don't already know 

Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow 

Got three little problems I just thought you should know 

Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no' 

I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes 

Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow 

Heard through the grapevine you lookin for me 

Couldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin from me 

Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3 

Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing" 

Back the car up, pop the trunk now 

Can ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this town 

That ass scream "nine-second-five right here" 

Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here" 

(Hook) 1 1/2x)