Popa Chief – Never Shit Where U Eat (Feat. Layza Life & I-born) lyrics

[Intro: Pope Chief *overlapped by Hook*]
Eh yo yo yo yo
Yo.. this one's goin' on my album

[Hook 5x: I-Born & Layza Life]
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money

[Chorus: Popa Chief]
Never shit where you eat, never admit defeat
We never got beat, and if we have to we cheat
Only t'ing about me sweet be the carrot cake I eat
Don't trust everyone you meet
Scan for leaks, all the squeeks, exclude the meak
Shout your wisdom from the highest mountain peak
Keep in mind crooked politicians get impeached
Even the littlest shorties be packin heat

[Hook 2x]

[I-Born]
Girl you're big now, tradin your fist for the biscuit
Shit this, difficult, we sent to have you dyslex'
Mission to stick shift, end up of the nonsense
Cee-Lo trip six, head crack come to them dipsticks
Shit this, fix got him stripped to statistics
Head crackin the tidbits, from ballystics
Son ain't hissin, like dumb bat, listen and snitched on Nixon
To get his richest, bitches, my definiton
Attempts for the hoopin, ends up with the switches
Stick politics for their gems, in the midst of a sentence
Drain pisses, slickness, got 'em all pinned by tradition

[Hook 4x]

[Layza Life]
Yo.. blaze us!

Niggas wanna test me, but see me not
Bust my glock, thugged out, bring in the cops
Hittin ya block, stackin cheddar, pushin your rock
Drugs and shots, the 10th Chamber never be stopped
Eh yo, shorty where my forty? Get my cap and twist
After this, session you can have the dick
You long for this, gold tipped hard and stiff
Gotta get my life right, just before I spit
Guns with clips, blow you if you ain't legit
Drunk nigga comin through with my Pilot lit
What?

[Hook 2x]

[Popa Chief]
Yo, time stands still for no one
My warcraft is lyrical perfection
I got more bodies than Doctor Kevorkian
Ghetto fashions, that motherfucker, no reflection
Mental erection, the ear to the the pussy, get the connection?
Know the passin, by the leep ends, the valley you end
That's your ass, Mr. Postman
Guess who's disgruntled? To the core of the Eearth by tunnel
Flirted with death, nigga, danger forever rumble
I pay attention to details, on point like e-mail
Been there and back, quicker than Rocket Ishmail
Burned out, frail, dead men tell no tales
You can't be trusted like Leon left with a keg of fishscale
About that, who you think gon' biggest, biggest sell?
I make what I write, while they pump crills
A picture worth a thousand words you could feel
I'm not stuck on crills, or how many pounds you steal
or how many drug deals it take to keep it ill
Never miss the mill, before I die I'ma touch a bill
Put that on my moms and my seeds, signed and sealed
Shot my know on the top of Blueberry Hills
Went up in the air and ain't came down still
You know the drill.. yeah

[Hook 4x]

[Chorus - replace "shorties" with "niggaz" on last line]

[Hook repeats to fade w/ slight variations, only Layza Life]