Tytuł: Spit

• Wykonawca: Eightball
• Wyświetleń: 245

  
   [Verse 1]
  Uhh..
  I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks
  Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks
  We mob for life, straight scarred for life
  "Space Age 4 Eva" nigga fuck the hype
  Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust
  Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck with us
  We live the streets, give streets the piece
  Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat
  My love for change, got me stuck in the game
  Got me goin insane, who the fuck can I blame?
  No you but me, not him but I
  Is the one to blame for anything I try
  Love life and give, but a trick ain't me
  Give bitches the dick and give niggaz the heat
  Bust flows that kill, homocide for real
  Gold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the deal
  
  [Hook]
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I spit
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I kick
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
  
  [Verse 2]
  I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with stitches
  Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious
  I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this
  Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this
  This shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate it
  A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight
  God knows I try, every breath I take
  Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape
  I break and crack flows, build and stack flows
  Attack the track flows, back to back flows
  You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow
  Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho
  Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer
  This shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up
  I told you niggaz this, see now you done got me pissed
  Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist
  
  [Hook - 2X]
  
  [Verse 3]
  Yeah..
  I never fuck with fakes, these niggaz is snakes
  Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take
  Emcee for life, AK-47 flows
  Like Al Capone nigga, I'm showin my golds
  Black skin and rocks, hittin bitches that bop
  Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops
  We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
  With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen
  Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix
  Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that shit
  I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic
  Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin
  Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't
  Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint
  The streets, got no heart, and no mercy
  I think that's why they call down south dirty
  
  [Hook to fade]