Popa Wu - Never Shit Where You Eat Lyrics
[hook 5x: laza-life & dungeon masta]Make money, money, make money, money, moneyTake money, money, take money, money, money[chorus: popa chief]Never shit where you eat, never admit defeatWe never got beaten, and if we have to we cheatOnly ting about me is sweet, be the carrot cake I eatDont trust everyone you meetScan for leaks, all the squeeks, exclude the meakShout your wisdom from the highest mountain peakKeep in mind crooked politicians get impeachedEven the littlest shorties be packin heat[hook 2x][laza-life]Girl youre big now, tradin your fist for the biscuitShit this, difficult, we sent to have you dyslexMission to stick shift, endin of the nonsenseCee-lo trip six, head crack come to them dipsticksShit this, fix got him stripped to statisticsHead crack in the tidbits, from ballysticsSon aint hissin, like dumb bat, listen and snitched on nixonTo get his richest, *****es, my definitonAttempts for the movement, ends up with the switchesStick politics for their drinks, in the midst of a sentenceDrain pisses, slickness, got em all pinned by tradition[hook 4x][dungeon masta]Yo.. blaze us!Niggas wanna test me, but see me notBust my glock, thugged out, bring in the copsHittin the block, stackin cheddar, pushin your rockDrugs and shots, the 10th chamber never be stoppedEh yo, shorty where my forty? get my cap and twistAfter this, session you can have the dickYou long for this, gold tip hard and stiffGotta get my life right, just before I spitGuns with clips, blow you if you aint legitDrunk nigga comin through with my pilot litWhat?[hook 2x][popa chief]Yo, time stands still for no oneI walk rappers with that lyrical perfectionI got more body than doc kevorkianGhetto fashion, that mother*****er, no reflectionMental erection, the end of the ***** is an extensionKnow the passin, by the leep, ends the valleyThats your ass, with the postmanGuess whos disgruntled, to the core of the earth by tunnelFlirted with death, nigga danger for aaron hawkI pay attention to details, on point like e-mailBeen there and back, quicker than rocket ishmailBurn heart felt, dead men tell no talesYou cant be trusted like leon left with a keg of fishscaleAbout that, who you think gon biggest, biggest sell?I make what I write, on paper, realA picture worth a thousand words you can feelIm not stuck on crills, or how many pounds you stealOr how many drug deals it take to keep it illNever miss the mill, before I die ima touch a billPut that on my moms and my seeds, signed and sealedShot my mouth on the top of blueberry hillsWent up in the air and aint came down stillYou know the drill.. yeah[hook 4x][chorus - replace shorties with niggaz on last line][hook repeats to fade w/ slight variations]
