Trillville - Neva Eva (Get On My Level) lyrics

[Hook: Lil Jon] b**h n***a you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] Get the f** back, get the f** back already I ain't playing nann day Prove a n***a what you say Meet me anywhere, I don't care It don't matter to me Cause if you f**ing step I'mma step in your vicinity What, you think I'm a ho? n***a please! You ain't on my level Get some rank, b**h While I'm digging your grave with a shovel Time after time I ask myself Is it really clever for you to get with me? b**h n***a you can never ever Rank on my level, I push a Chevrolet pedal If you n***as f** with me I got that chrome Heavy metal Never settle for less but always strive for the best Most these n***as playing chief will put you straight to the test [Hook] [Verse 2: Don Peezy] Look at my Benz, look at my Ac' Look at my Navi' and my 'LacGet on my level? Hell nah never that I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat Always slizzle-making Sure I stay gone Call us some broad to the Georgia Dome Trying to get with me is like naps through a comb They call me Don P aka "Corleone" Up in the club with my Cartiers on Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or getting my roll on He on the cell "Can ya hear me?" Hell nah Get on my level That's what I'm trying to tell y'all [Hook] [Verse 3: LA] LA off in this thing, get up on my level, ho! b**h n***a, you can never ever, ever ever hang b**h n***a step the f** back, and if you think I'm jokin' Ask them n***as that tried to play us See 'em lying off in that coffin Trillville, ATL swanging, swanging, throwing bows Got some n***as that be hating busting slugs at my foes If you thinking you can f** with a n***a like me Nah n***a. Get rich Trillville and BME What the f** you talking about? What, you deep? n***a what! If a hater wanna hate then a hater getting bust We ain't hard to find, n***a, so why you steadily talking sh**? I'm fixing to sick my dogs, ho p**y n***a, get big, n***a-ho [Verse 4: Lil' Scrappy] Get crunk out your brains when I spit this verse I'm a blood-s**ing vampire, my venom is worse Head Bustas deal with dangerous thirsts Shatter your bones in your chest and make your motherf**in' heart burst Don't worry now, best of the South on the map Knock your thoughts out and leave your brains on your lap Don't touch my Kangol, shorty... what's wrong with you? I might drop my fist back and knock your grill through