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Yeah, now this is here is somethin'
That you never ever in life do you knowIt goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer
At the same time , ninety-six to the hard top brandy wine
Gettin' mine in a big fashion
A eleven pounds in the back of the Volvo wagonMoney long like the perm on the superbad
And hella fools in the game all what you had
Mail, the brew, it got me evil with the six
So I'm ridin' with my peepersI'm on the block and the new booties don't know me
Comin' through buyin' fifty sacks from the homie
I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense
Peace sign 'cause they peep my gauge on the fenceCommon sense if you niggas had a little of it
And didn't know me, your ass in the middle of it
You understand that I'm the man that'll bleed ya
Never bite the hand that feed yaNow you see, some of you niggas is in it for the glory
And not for the story
Never bit the hand that feed ya
So we gone hang out these nuts and teach you new bucks how to
Never bite the hand that feed yaAnd at the same time crease your brain with a heavy start to this game

Never bit the hand that feed ya
'Cause shit don't quit, we know the poplockin' mix seventeen for the twix
Never bit the hand that feed yaIt'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 we choppin' game
And they tell me fool talkin' bad on my nameClaim he the one that made a nigga all his paper
And if you quit than it ain't no B-legit
Heard the shit and I was quik to cut his ass off
Shit it did it first time that you took a lossBut I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe
But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve
I charge a high price, I said, "The shit was ice"
Candy clean but I sold you a dreamAnd than you think I'm the one to get over on
Don't let me catch you comin' in and out a nigga's zone
'Cause I'ma buck ya, fuck ya, I don't need ya
Never bite the hand that feed yaYou lame motherfucker
Boy don't you know I got enough blow to make it snow
Never bite the hand that feed ya
'Cause Snowwhite is the flavor they save up here neighbour
Never bite the hand that feed yaSo don't you driwwle that swiwwle round here, nigga
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And if ya thinkin' about breathin' I'ma keep feedin' and uh
Never bit the hand that feed yaNow I done been around the world once or twice
In every state I done seem to escape vice
Knock bitches and peel the head of a drum
And baby girl got a ass just like her mamaAnd what would it take to get your ass out to Cali
Where niggas knock dubs off in the alley
A plane ticket, roundtrip to the bay
A rental car and a cool ass place to stayNow where you lay, I consider that my under spot
So don't tell a soul 'cause I don't want it hot
The first year she got she was out makin' friends
And when she really need to be out makin' endzA close folk, shit got cut short
So get your thangs, bitch 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 yaBitch, how many niggas on my team can get ate
For a trip to the golden state
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Hoe, it could be kosher, as long as my mail is in motion
Never bite the hand that feed yaThis ain't true to there so beware
'Cause I'ma run ya till ya pay ya fare
Never bite the hand thad feed ya
And if you can't find yourself or lose yourself on the next thang
Never bite the hand that feed ya'Cause I'ma keep my composure and stay high on this dohja
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Ain't no sweat of my back cause the tramp played her self like a batch
Never bite the hand that feed yaAnd if you think I I'ma show you what a mack look like
Never bite the hand that feed ya
'Cause in [Incomprehensible] by my side ready to ride
Never bite the hand that feed ya[Incomprehensible]
Never bite the hand that feed ya
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Never bite the hand that feed ya
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Brandt Jones (born January 13, 1972), better known by his stage name B-Legit, is an American rapper from Vallejo, California. Early in his career he was part of The Click, the rap group founded by B-Legit's cousin, E-40. Known for his frequent habit of smoking marijuana, B-Legit has been credited for coining the phrases "B-lah Blunts" and "B-La Geezy" or "B-Legiter", for his enormous sized Weed-Rolled Blunts.

Read more about B-Legit on Last.fm.


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