Anybody Killa Nevehoe (Featuring Shaggy 2 Dope) Lyrics:
(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
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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!)
Lyrics: Nevehoe (Featuring Shaggy 2 Dope), Anybody Killa [end]