(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   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!)