Lyrics Steal the Show - Nelly
City
Spud(City
Spud)
Yo,
'for
the
nigga
mention
my
name
I
let
him
know
the
deal
I'm
the
nigga,
same
nigga,
thought
was
a
lame
nigga
Now
I
push
a
Range
nigga,
you
know
the
name
nigga
Peep
the
Iceberg
jeans,
the
ice
chain
nigga
And
if
I
got
beef
I
let
the
whole
world
know
it
So
if
you
got
beef
let
the
whole
world
know
it
Yaun
take
it
to
the
streets
let
the
whole
world
know
it
It's
the
chance
for
your
big
career,
don't
blow
it
Or
get
it
blown
from
the
top
gun
nigga
I
ain't
finished
talkin
'bout
it
'till
ya
top
gone
nigga
Dissin
my
crew
you
catch
hot
ones
I'm
hot
son,
yo
that's
why
I
carry
hot
guns
I'm
on
a
beach
in
L.A.
fuckin
fly
misses
While
you
niggas
at
the
crib
tryna'
find
misses
Yo
I'm
gettin
head
from
the
Mexican
dime
bitches
Them
niggas
mad
'cause
they
riches
ain't
like
my
riches
(Murphey
Lee)
A
yo,
I'm
Murphey
Lee
the
school
boy
The
civilized
jewel
boy
I
got
not
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
but
six
whores
For
equality,
Vokal,
Cammy,
and
wallabies
I
smoke
la
like
daa-da-dee
it
got
me
boomin
like
bad-a-bing
Rap,
don't
gotta
sing
'cause
I
get
my
hum
on
Actually
I
get
hummed
on
Hoes
tongues
be
on
my
dong
dong
Gevity-
long,
head
at
night,
head
in
the
morn
Lunatic,
five
strong,
king
kong's
are
writin
songs
Cats
be
gettin
gone
thinkin
they
got
it
goin
on
Folks
brought
you
a
brawl,
it
all
started
in
ya
home
Check
the
background,
St.
Louis
clown
from
the
U-Town
Fourteen,
pimp
of
the
year
like
Dru
Down
Same
crew
now,
it's
too
damn
quiet
but
too
loud
Hoes
be
pretendin
always
sayin
they
too
proud
If
I
ruled
the
world,
I
do
now
Me
and
the
'Tics
'bout
to
rack
'em
and
move
the
crowd
(Hook
- Lunatics)
2x
Call
the
cops,
I
see
a
robbery
in
progress
Lunatics
about
to
steal
the
show
(Where
you
from?)
From
the
S-T-L,
M-O,
3-1-4
(Ali)
I
rip
grass
and
smash,
with
a
44
mag
This
nigga
jag,
from
the
front
to
the
back
I
heard
it
crash
Nigga
said
I
hurt
'em
bad,
you
heard
him
laugh
Talkin
trash
'bout
whoopin
my
ass
I
never
let
a
nigga
do
that,
who
that
Get
his
brains
blew
back
with
a
new
gat
Yellin
"true
that",
hollowtips
is
goin
cleeeeean
through
that
And
I
didn't
have
to
get
my
whole
team
just
to
do
that
In
a
blue
hat,
with
a
black
baggy
Karl
Kani
An
iced
out
ring
just
to
score
on
your
eye
Hard
to
die,
like
Bruce,
Lee
get
a
victory
Cats
is
sick
like
H-I-V
if
they
feelin
weak
We
be
Nicki?,
Jackie
Frost,??
Danny
Terrio,
does
shows
to
the
Motorola
Money
hold
up,
whippin
the
Rover,
high
roller
dog
What
you
holdin,
I'm
paid,
so
controllin
y'all
Yiggidy
yes
y'all
like
Das
EFX,
I's
be
next
To
rep
that
Midwest,
it's
sets
and
projects
(Keyaun)
Now
once
Keyaun
say
hit
the
safe,
raise
the
stakes
'Tics
in
fifty
states,
might
as
well
blaze
the
cake
I
got
moves
to
make,
transactions
to
handshakes
Drugs
for
papes,
now
I'm
sellin
CDs
and
tapes
Funerals
and
wakes
caused
by
greed
and
hate
A
snake
is
still
a
snake
no
matter
the
size
or
shape
Those
that
hate,
anchored
with
weights,
found
in
the
lake
Come
off
the
chain
my
main,
you
tied
to
the
gate
First
you
caught
a
case,
second
you
caught
the
babes
Third,
you
caught
me
with
your
date,
that
was
no
mistake
Good
things
come
to
those
who
wait
So
if
you
waitin
on
them
'Tics,
huh,
they
gon'
be
late
In
your
house
with
your
spouse
I'm
doin
the
nasty
I'm
a
felon,
ask
Jay,
I
rob
industries
and
ashtrays
Branson
and
hashy,
add
gas
and
wrap
somethin
And
burn
the
place,
ya
heard
me
(Nelly)
Watch
me
load
up
the
ammo,
cock
it
back
slow
In
the
back
door,
infrared
low
Tell
me
somethin
that
I
don't
already
know
Like,
which
one
of
these
closets
contain
cash
flow
Got
three
little
problems
I
just
thought
you
should
know
Peep,
I'm
addicted
to
'yes'
and
I'm
allergic
to
'no'
I'm
obsessed
with
dough,
money
makin
and
the
hoes
Anything
other
than
satisfaction
gon'
blow
Heard
through
the
grapevine
you
lookin
for
me
Couldn't
be,
'cause
if
it
was
you
would
be
bookin
from
me
Shook
when
ya
see
Nelly
rollin
in
the
GS-3
Hangin
out
the
sunroof
like
"bing,
bing,
bing"
Back
the
car
up,
pop
the
trunk
now
Can
ya
hold
ya
breath
'cause
I'ma
flood
this
town
That
ass
scream
"nine-second-five
right
here"
Neighbors
on
the
lawn
like
"Nelly,
why
right
here"
(Hook)
1 1/2x)
1 Batter Up
2 Wrap Sumden
3 Wrap Sumden
4 Tho Dem Wrappas
5 Tho Dem Wraps
6 Batter Up
7 Utha Side
8 For My
9 For My
10 Thicky Thick Girl
11 Thicky Thick Girl
12 Batter Up (Album Dirty Version)
13 Country Grammar (Hot S+++)
14 Outro - Album Version (Edited)
15 Outro (Edited)
16 Outro
17 Outro
18 Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
19 Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
20 Ride Wit Me
21 Intro (Edited)
22 Intro
23 Intro - Album Version (Edited)
24 Interlude
25 Interlude (Edited)
26 Interlude - Album Version (Edited)
27 Interlude
28 Steal the Show
29 Steal the Show
30 Luven Me
31 St. Louie
32 Country Grammar (Superclean radio edit)
33 Interlude
34 Outro
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