Deadly Venoms - Don't Give Up lyrics

[Intro: J-Boo] Rocks the World, DV's, what Yo, yo, yo [J-Boo] 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 ba**line 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 n***as at Do you like it like this? Yeah I like it like that Banging in the clubs, where my thug n***as at [Finesse] 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 s**as 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 n***as acting like some juveniles You better show some respect, or we can go straight To disconnecting, it can get to d**hing 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 [Chorus: Finesse] 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 [N-Tyce] 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 n***as want they wife So can I get love, miss enchanted I'm addicted and I can't break the habit [Champ Diva] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus 2X]