2 Things You Can’t Come Back From

[Intro: Juvenile]
Y'all know what it is, nigga
It's Neno and Philthy Rich in this bitch
I'ma tell you like this, yeah
Loose lips sink ships
Nigga, and some of you motherfuckers lips saying aircraft carriers
Need to shut your fucking mouth up, mind your own and get your own, nigga
Stay out of my way, and I ain't in your's
Let's do this
As we proceed

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it
My young niggas calling me to come get on something
That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
They don't know what I go through, what these fagget ass hoеs do
They think that they know, but it's not a lot that I show you
They blind to thе facts, they just seeing what they seeing
All they know is I'm having money, and I'm riding European
'Cause a nigga stand out, so they got they hand out
Same niggas wanted me dead, what I was hearing 'bout
Kept the lord in my life, and my head to the sky
Them niggas wasn't at [?] when I was fighting for my life
Man, that only made me stronger, since then my money longer
Old friends from the past, been on my phone longer
[?] from the main, and Rick, he from the hill
Behind them two niggas, [?] clapping behind the steal
Yeah [?] on my line, he tryna get his appeal
[?] comisary, he tryna get him a mill
I'm just tryna get a deal, and show him this shit is real
For my niggas read the paper, they say that I just got killed
It's Philthy

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it
My young niggas calling me to come get on something
That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Rats everywhere, they got cheese eaters around us
You was tryna hide, but they told them, now you surrounded
They collect the money, they [?] put you in county
Took you off the streets, and put 20 G's on the bounty
You ain a dirty world, [?] pull the soap out
Nobody hanging niggas, but niggas'll pull a roap out
You ain't hear the story, 'bout how they ran in my ho house?
I ain't even know it, until they pull all the [?] out
Somebody put the low out, know how they go out
Hate to see you [?] we fuck him up when we roll out
Rat city, these snitches talking they mouth off
Load up the chopper, and use the bullets as mouth wash

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Two things you can't come back from
Being a snitch and a fagget
Make sure my niggas eat, when I ain't have it
My young niggas calling me to come get on something
That nigga's calling from jail, so they could hold something
You gotta keep it 100, all the way around
Sending jail pics for my niggas when I'm out of town
Collect calls, hit the button, ain't need to hear the sound
You'd be the fakest nigga, if you let them down