Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spit 'n Game, artist - Hot Boys.
Date of issue: 27.10.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |