Neva Bite Songtext
von B‐Legit

Yeah
Now this here is something
That you will never ever in life do, you know


It goes down in my click
The dogs they all simmer at the same time
9-6 To the hard top brandy wine
Getting mine in a big fashion
11 Pounds in the back of the Volvo wagon
Money long like the perm on the super bad
And hella fools in the games I once who had
Mail the brew it got me evil
With the six sore riding in my peepers
I′m on the block and the new booties don't know me
Coming through buying 50 sacks from the homie
I′m on the county, mug got em in suspense
Peace sign cause they peep my gauge on the fence
Common sense if you niggas had a little of it
And didn't moan in your ass in the middle of it
You understand that I'm the man that′ll bleed ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya

Now you see some of you niggas is in
It for the glory and not the story
Never bite the hand that feed ya
So we gon′ ante up these nuts and teach you
New butts how to back door my cousin Joe
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And at the same time crease your brain with a heavy start to this game
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Cause shit go quick, we known to pop lock and mix, 17 for the trick
Never bite the hand that feed ya


It's for the scrilla, love to count the notes
Me and my folks, Landcruise to the boat
Then we all smoke, Vegas
On the Sega be chopping game
And they tell me fool talking bad on my name
Claim he the one that made a nigga all his paper
And if he quit then it ain′t no B-Legit
Heard the shit and I was quick to cut his ass off
Shoulda did it first time that you took a loss
But I didn't, matter fact I let you breathe
But you ain′t nothing but a trick up a nigga sleeve
I charge a high price, I said the shit was ice
Candy cream but I sold you a dream
And now you think I'm the one to get over on
Don′t let me catch you coming in and out a niggas zone
Cause I'ma buck ya, fuck ya, I don't need ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya

You lame motherfucker
Boy don′t you know I got enough blow to make it snow
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Cause Snow White is the flavor they savor up here neighbor
Never bite the hand that feed ya
So don′t you dribble that swivel round here nigga
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And if you thinking about breathing I'ma keep feeding and uh
Never bite the hand that feed ya

Now I done been around the world once or twice
In every state I done seem to escape vice
Knock bitches and fill they head up with drama
And baby girl got a ass just like her mama
And what would it take to get yo ass out to Cali
Where the niggas knock dubs off in the alley
A plane ticket, round trip to the Bay
A rental car and a cool ass place to stay
Now where you lay I consider that my under spot
So don′t tell a soul cause I don't want it hot
The first chance she got she was out making friends
And when she really need to be out making ends
I closed for, shit got cut short
So get yo thangs cause you headed for the airport
And it′s a shame I ain't even get a chance to spread ya
But you bit the hand that fed ya

Bitch, how many niggas on my team can
Get ate for a trip to the Golden State
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Ho it can be kosher long as you keep my mail in motion
Never bite the hand that feed ya
This ain′t truth or dare so beware cause
I'ma run you till you pay your fare
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And if you can't find yourself or lose yourself on the next thang up
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Cause I′ma keep my composure and stay high off this doja
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Ain′t no sweat off my back cause the tramp played herself like a batch
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And if you think I sleep light I'ma show you what a MAC look like
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Cause in bed I keeps a hog red by my side ready to ride
Never bite the hand that feed ya
You see we keeps it cracking, D-spots
Stacking and them bank rooms tacking
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Two four do′ slamming, '96 shit blamming
And keeps a box of Army hamming
Never bite the hand that feed ya
But now like the Savage told ya, listen would ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya