Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You'll Neva' Get Next to Me , by - GonzoeRelease date: 12.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You'll Neva' Get Next to Me , by - GonzoeYou'll Neva' Get Next to Me |
| Now who’s next for platinum spotlight? |
| You know who it is |
| Maxx and Gonz takin over the mic |
| flippin the script |
| reversin Town styles of my life |
| live in the ghetto |
| but still livin the life that is trife |
| so fuck a knife |
| I’m using the gat on Mobb imposters |
| layin 'em down wit choppers |
| they never could stop us |
| breakin 'em off they drop us |
| for tryin to knock us |
| hustlin ass backwards |
| dishin out my products |
| under the Oakland initiation |
| the death penalty is what you facin |
| life sentance, incarceration |
| for fuckin wit Mobb affiliation |
| nigga the Paraphanil |
| contraband infiltration |
| anatomy of my alliance |
| you won’t defiy it |
| so watch you get broke down when niggas cause riots |
| hold them hostage make the snitch keep quiet |
| talkin bout, you don’t know shit |
| I don’t buy it |
| you fuckin wit real niggas that’s all about the cheddar |
| carry Barrettas |
| under my sweater |
| I’m tryin to make a mill ticket to make my life better |
| and if I gotta go down like Scarface, then whatever. |
| You’ll never get next to me |
| so you can’t see what I see |
| I can’t trust nobody, while I’m out here on these streets. |
| Why I’m like this? |
| Look at the world in the face and spit |
| What the fuck provoked me to write this? |
| Lookin at my gun thinkin «this it» |
| cuz this bitch done took my son, thinkin he an object |
| she trip |
| because I’m lonely |
| wit a new fifth |
| mad at everybody drunk |
| tryin to stack a grip |
| Fuck y’all! |
| Sayin y’all friends |
| deniyin my collect-calls |
| when a nigga behind in walls |
| that’s why I’m like this |
| see I was raised wit a twist |
| my mama sold dope and my daddy was a pimp |
| that’s my script |
| sold my first brick in 10th wit Chris |
| juss tryin to get some paper off the strip |
| that enabled my hustle |
| everyday on mind |
| lost in life wit big shit define |
| Why? |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| niggas flaggin me down |
| I never don’t stop |
| all they want is questions and ask stupid stuff. |
| Here’s to the lasting song |
| wit death the day after |
| when I’m drunk |
| it helps makes the time fly faster |
| the world passin me by |
| fuck it, I’m high |
| say «I won"for the hell of it |
| watchin the other side |
| Why should I? |
| Think like the others |
| I’m like murder |
| only say I’m trippin hella pistols hella come out |
| realistically |
| never got caught |
| but statistically |
| you 'posed to knock on wood |
| cuz eventually it’s tough |
| tuckin the sheets in my bunk |
| gettin ready for lock up |
| caged up |
| niggas givin a fuck |
| this for the total mayne |
| niggas rollin the Daytona’s way |
| I got «Thug Serenade» |
| for niggs to prominate |
| an get paid |
| I’m watchin ya’ll, change your ways |
| cuz you on some other shit |
| takin shit these days. |
| Hey! |