Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spit 'n Game , by - Hot Boys. Release date: 27.10.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spit 'n Game , by - Hot Boys. Spit 'n Game |
| Niggas steady getting chopped |
| Losin they life behind stupid shit |
| Ain’t that a bitch |
| Niggas, gettin' they wig split |
| And it’s a shame |
| Killin' has became a fame |
| I cannot see my brains layin |
| On the ground |
| I keep my 9 on my waistline |
| Chop 'em down |
| Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around |
| And, it’s t-shirt land |
| When niggas ain’t playin' |
| Got a chrome Glock got it cocked |
| Red dot on yo' knot |
| As I pop |
| Nonstop |
| 'Til you drop |
| Pronounced dead |
| On the spot |
| It’s a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block |
| A nigga, from BlackConnect |
| Will leave ya wet |
| Fa' sho yo' face is on the next |
| If ya disrespect |
| I ain’t fakin' it, yo' life I’m takin' it |
| Hollow points bullets racin' it |
| Niggas ain’t makin' it |
| When I bust |
| Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can’t trust |
| If you bust, when I spray |
| Head for shelter |
| 10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya |
| A lot of punk niggas try to play hard |
| Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue |
| Better be cool if you don’t, that’s all on you |
| 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope |
| Transportin' ki’s in the all black Camero |
| 50 G’s on the seat, layin' next to my heat |
| I’m a Hot Boy to the police |
| And I’m a thug on the street |
| Yeah I score from Slim and B |
| 10 a ki, real OG’s, 36 oz’s formed the halves |
| Goin' for 2 G’s |
| UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet |
| Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check |
| Big body on broaders, that’s all I know |
| Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor |
| Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards |
| 10 G’s a ki, 36 o’s a piece |
| 4 and a half, 2 G’s, but I’ll take 18 |
| Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green |
| Flippin' G’s, hoopties, to benzies |
| I get my ki’s, from my uncle KC |
| He’s a Magnolia soldier |
| Be in 10 in Angola |
| Shootout in that 'Nolia |
| Knock ya head off ya shoulders |
| I ain’t about no playin' |
| When I’m comin' get out the way |
| Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway |
| Head straight back to the hot block |
| Flight in a half |
| If I’m out there bad I might cut you in half |
| UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted |
| Look I’m a looter, holdin' the Ruger |
| Or a 6 shooter |
| On Tuesdays and Thursdays |
| You better watch for the sweep |
| Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street |
| I’m layin' off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people |
| Staked out the area, and rob the Chinese store |
| Do it like it’s legal, I heard heads in power |
| Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers |
| Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me |
| I’m on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too |
| Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains |
| Now send ya people |
| To the TC and we gon' hurt 'em |
| I’m seein' niggas |
| Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens |
| I’m in the Chevy with B.G. |
| and our girlfriends |
| Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow |
| Look bitch this ain’t the night show, lay it down ho |
| Ya think I’m playin', ask Baby and Slim how I can |
| Hook me up I don’t have time for no games |
| Look here I stompin' in this bitch |
| I’m chompin' a new fit |
| I’m bound to snatch a ho and make her monkey on this dick |
| Look at what ya facin' partner |
| A whole nation |
| Of niggas that’s mind damaged |
| Out here paper chasin' |
| With that iron I’ma roll wit em |
| Mama don’t pray for me I don’t back down from no nigga |
| They got a place for me |
| See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands |
| Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin' |
| Uptown streets is where all my ends meet |
| Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny |
| I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call |
| See I’m livin' real large even though I’m real small |
| But don’t let that fool ya |
| Money rules everything around me |
| Creepin up silent behind ya that’s where ya find me |
| I ain’t hear for a lil |
| I want the whole damn spot |
| I cock my Glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top |
| Nigga be runnin' with money |
| Things you doin', I done done it |
| 9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin' |
| Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser |
| Infrared fled big bread money maker |
| Pop a slug barrel shaker for big paper |
| Big ballin' life taker for big caker |
| Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin' |
| Bust 'em gankin', left stankin' ship sankin' |
| Ain’t no such thing like see another nigga come up |
| But if I don’t know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff |
| Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own |
| See how quick model homes leave home and |
| Roam to the top, slip up and get buck |
| Get out my way, fo' I spray |
| I’m tryin' to live up |
| Young thugger, baby gangsta |
| Thug or get popped |
| Off top |
| Aim my pistol straight for headshots |
| I release the safety, if ya chase me |
| Best waste me |
| Don’t hunt bitch down in ya way |
| Or ya make me |
| Reverse the game and wax that ass |
| Stop you from playin' |
| I clear yo block on that ass |
| Nigga wonder why I stress |
| Uptowns the place |
| It’s the best |
| We got weapons that’ll go through ya vest |
| Get left wet |
| Disrespect it’s beef fo sho |
| Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio |
| You got coke, and don’t wanna go broke |
| VL it |
| 'Cause around me bitch I’m doin' bad ya can’t sell it |
| B.G. |
| terrorize |
| 4 niggas ya dig |
| Bitch niggas get split |
| If you got change on ya wig |
| I’ll take the hit |
| Real fast and quick |
| 226 my clique Cash Money the shit |
| Project heroes |
| Bout 6 zeroes |
| Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos |
| Unload reload |
| If ya ball you fall |
| If I jack you I don’t want half I want all |
| Stand tall for mine |
| Nuts hang I’m real |
| My skills outstandin' |
| Kill or be killed |
| Niggas out to give me the blues |
| Let 'em kill me, I refuse |
| I’m down for killing |
| But the one of I was accused |
| I leave ya funky |
| I put my trunk-y |
| Hair by a monkey |
| So what ya self 'cause I’m down to act a donkey |
| In the N.O. |
| town, jackers 3, 4 deep |
| Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB |
| Bitch |
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