Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spread Yo Shit , by - Obie Trice. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spread Yo Shit |
| Ha… This is DJ Seven Duece |
| Fresh up out your momma’s mouth |
| So when she spit’s you know how I «come» |
| You know what I mean, haha, |
| We release the «Dogg"hour |
| Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz |
| Detroit’s in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills |
| Obie Trice baby, check it out… |
| I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share of work |
| I’m the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf |
| Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the crack |
| In the back «bottled"up in that «Gerber"glass |
| For what it’s worth, I ain’t told the half |
| I’m just rambling, ya’ll dick handlin' |
| Tellin’my past you don’t know me Niggaz the name’s Obie, about to expose these motherfuckas |
| When I was down you had a lot to say… |
| You should mind your business and walk away… |
| Talkin bout me tryin to find a way… |
| Spread yo shit 'round town… |
| I ain’t really got time for you… |
| With all that ignorant shit you do… |
| Niggaz need money and I do too… |
| That’s why I ain’t fucking with you… |
| «I wonder would he pass"for passive |
| If a massive ass kick’s inflected |
| It can happen that quick, when spittin’shit |
| Rapidly laying down you fag ass click |
| From running your lips like a bitch |
| All I know is something gotta give |
| Niggaz I gotta live, it’s not a poragative |
| Don’t speak on «The Kid» |
| Lid your speach or rid you in the streets |
| It’s so optional, but I will be logical |
| Cause when I lodge at you, it’s not hospital |
| Operating poppin’them hot slugs outta your abdominal |
| Now your momma got a funeral attendin' |
| Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen |
| All I wanna do is make music and «Bench"man |
| Lift my weigth up the same shit that «Jay"said. |
| Push your hate up, the AK’s is spraying |
| Motherfuckers ain’t Playing!!! |
| (*AK sound*) |
| When I was down you had a lot to say… |
| You should mind your business and walk away… |
| Talkin bout me tryin to find a way… |
| Spread yo shit 'round town… |
| I ain’t really got time for you… |
| With all that ignorant shit you do… |
| Niggaz need money and I do too… |
| That’s why I ain’t fucking with you… |
| That’s why I don’t fuck with you «kats» |
| Cause this all wrap with ya’ll |
| But this is not an act at all |
| Run ya’ll trap, get clapped and fall |
| Spread rumors, recieve malignant tumors |
| Don’t confuse music with us chosen |
| Adhesive patches won’t cover the bruise |
| Channel «Two Anchors"won't cover the news |
| They never give a fuck when it’s beef between crews. |
| All I know is Obie paid his dues |
| Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth |
| They rather see me laying in that body booth. |
| «Deep Six"rotten so the rats can chew |
| That’s why I don’t fuck with ya’ll |
| Run and get ya’lls and thats really sucks for ya’ll |
| Talk behind backs but never to him dawg |
| Wouldn’t that irritate your balls. |
| When I was down you had a lot to say… |
| You should mind your business and walk away… |
| Talkin about me, tryin to find a way… |
| Spread yo shit 'round town… |
| I ain’t really got time for you… |
| With all that ignorant shit you do… |
| Niggaz need money and I do too… |
| That’s why I ain’t fucking with you… |
| When I was down you had a lot to say… |
| You should mind your business and walk away… |
| Talkin bout, me tryin to find a way… |
| Spread yo shit 'round town… |
| I ain’t really got time for you… |
| With all that ignorant shit you do… |
| Niggaz need money and I do too… |
| That’s why I ain’t fucking with you… |
| Fuckers… Obie Trice… |