Deadly Venoms - Don't Give Up lyrics

Rocks the World, DV's, what yo, yo, yo

Aiyo, pump that that, the party just started
Rock it all inside
My whole crew cold hearted
Run up on the set, see who can rock it next
And blast off, and Funk-Funkmaster Flex
Keep the beat flowing
Ride the tide like a wave
Roll with screwfaces, hand bombs and grenades
Blowing chickens up
If they don't make the grade
And dust them off
And throw them back in the shade
Yo, you need to stop fronting
Get ya body jumping another head banger
Keep the bassline bumping
Got the crowd wilding out, moving all about
Throw ya hands up
It's time to let the snakes out
Do you like it like this? yeah
I like it like that
Banging in the clubs, where my thug niggas at
Do you like it like this? yeah
I like it like that
Banging in the clubs, where my thug niggas at

Got to give thanks to the Lord
He the one who put me on
Keep me going strong
Let me know I'm doing wrong
No longer will I have to sing a sad old song
About the things in my heart
I once gave up on just keep the faith
Walk a path that's straight
I regulate on suckas that
Constantly playa hate
Against all odds, when you deal my cards
When I play my hand it'll be
The hardest of the hard
All I think about is my entourage
How dreams became reality, now we large
Never giving up on each other, individually
So doing some stuff to her is
Like doing some stuff to me
Then I gotta raise up on your family
I don't care ya'll be acting wild
Family reunion style a bunch of crown niggas
Acting like some juveniles
You better show some respect
Or we can go straight to disconnecting
It can get to deathing your body
At the autopsy
Cuz at first you tried to rock me
Now you always backstage at the
Shows trynna jock me
But, I got big body guards
And they don't care who you are
You can't rise with the stars

Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up
No, no, don't give up, no, don't do it
With your dreams
Cuz like the words that are in the song
There's no one, no, no, with or without love
Yeah

I had a dream, like
Something Martin Luther King like
Tyson back in the ring for a mean fight
A country chick on the mic
That don't seem right
But, I made a head start
Through the green light
The phone number, the getter, the hard hitter
May be a lotta things but I ain't a quitter
Matter fact, I be the mic gripper
The holder money type gripper
Raid night club, heine' sipper
This is what an MC notebook look like
Respect the hood
But I came from the good life
Zip code: 27406, double R's crew, dirt road
Dust is thick
But, it's a, must I stick to the country life
N Tyce the
Little honey's niggas want they wife
So can I get love, miss enchanted
I'm addicted and I can't break the habit

Yo, I lost my moms, with a hurting feeling
For a minute, it had me bugging out
Thugging and flipping
I'm only twenty and some change
And my mind ain't right
I got a, son to raise, got to keep shit tight
It's word to hip hop, we gonna rip shots
Son ain't catching, we rob
Waiting til the Venom drop
We was hot before the new millennium
And still giving 'em
Pendelum big faces, travel all
Over the world, seen many places
Try to walk in my
Footsteps, follow my traces
You caught the vapors
Caught the vapors, watching my every
Move, for the road, catching the faces