Lyrics Spit in Your Face - Lil Wayne, Kevin Rudolph

Spit in Your Face

Straight off the back
I come straight off my back
With a gun like I’m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle,
and sack and crack and crackle
And snap back and battle my own shadow
Cause yall wack and all that
Bullsh!
t ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, Ima bull these monkeys.
Sir I’m from the block where u don’t pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
I’ll shoot this mutherf**ker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
I’m all red I’m on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed
Yeah, yeah
And this is how victory tastes
So I’ma spit in ya face!
Kevin!
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
(So I’ma spit in your face)
If this is a race I ain’t goin' for no pace
I am goin' for your place
While ya home, why you gon
F**k with me if I ain’t f**kin' around
two eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I’ll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y’all so backwards
I don’t go back cuz Ima swisher man
8 in the mornin' your body get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black metal
Turn yo mutherf**kin' flowers
to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
(So I’ma spit in your face)
And crazy’s what they callin' me
but crazy isn’t hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain’t no faith in me the hardest never crack, I’m crack
I’m dope in Reynolds Wrap
now let’s just hope you get it back
Let’s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it
mutherf**ker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cos you don’t get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D.
to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
to eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won’t take the jewelry but we will take the lives yea!
So I’ma spit in your face
Yeah I’ma so I’ma spit in your face, yeah
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa ow
So I’ma spit in your face