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Spittin Game (Album Version)

Spittin Game (Album Version)

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Slim, baby

Hot Boys

Hot Boys in this bitch

Check it out

Niggas steady gettin' chopped, losin' they life behind stupid shit

Ain't that a bitch? Niggas get 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, choppin' down

Picks up the shells, can't leave no evidence around

Man, it's T-shirt land when niggas ain't playin'

Got a chrome Glock, got it cocked, red dot on your knot

As I pop nonstop 'til you drop

Pronounced dead on the spot

It's a tragedy when I spin your fuckin' block

A nigga from Black Connect'll leave you wet

For sure your face is on the next if you disrespect

I ain't fakin' it, your life and 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

Ten percent is gon' help you, ninety is gonna fail you

A lotta punk niggas try to play hard

Put your face on a fresh tee, sendin' that ass to the morgue

Better be cool, if you don't, that's all on you

Sixteen murked a man, my whole clique push dope

Transportin' ki's in the all-black Camaro

Fifty 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, ten a ki'

Real OG's, thirty-six OZ's, four and a halves, goin' for two G's

UPT connect, 'bout stackin', leave you wet

Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check

Big body on Broadus, that's all I know

Mansion on Washington with six figures on the floor

Double R in the yard, watched by Uptown security guards

Ten G's a ki', thirty-six on the P's

Four and a halves for two G's, but I'll take eighteen

Got some niggas on my team 'bout head-bustin' and green

Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties to Benzes

I get my ki's from my uncle KC

He's a Magnolia soldier, did ten in Angola

Shootout in Magnolia, knock the head off his shoulder

I ain't about no playin', when I'm comin', get out the way

Gunplay, bust on a nigga ass on the one-way

Head straight back to the hot block, flight in the air

Look, if I'm out to bad, I might cut you in half

UTP tattooed across my stomach, stay booted

Look, I'm a looter, holdin' a Ruger or a six-shooter

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep

Look, them people gon' act an 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, then robbed the Chinese store

Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power

Bitches want the dope dick, children, them cockblockers

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 man, and Eshkan, and it's curtains

Now send your people to the CC and we gon' hurt 'em

I'm seein' niggas shootin' dice, bettin' heavy on fours and tens

I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and a girlfriend

Parked 'round the corner, leave it runnin', creep slow

Look, bitch, this ain't the night show, lay it down, ho

You think I'm playin'? Ask Baby and Slim how I came (Ho)

Hook me up, I don't have time for no games

Look, yeah, I'm stompin' in this bitch, I'm jumpin' a nigga's fit

I'm bound to snatch your ho and make her monkey on this dick

Look at what your face is, partner, a whole nation

Of niggas that's mind damaged out here paper chasin'

With that iron, I'ma roll with 'em, mama, don't pray for me

I don't back down from no nigga, they gotta pray for me

See, I want millions, hundreds, and big thousands

Tryna rank cloud and serve all public housing

Uptown streets is where all my ends meet

Give me ninety-nine G, tryna seek my destiny

I do it all to ball, drop and fall if I call

See, I'm livin' real large even though I'm real small

But don't let that fool you, money rules everything around me

Creepin' up silent, behind it, that's where you find me

I ain't here for a lil', I want the whole damn stock

I cock my Glock in every block so I can hop to the top

Niggas be funny with money, things you doin', I done done it

Ninety-nine point five mil', big deals keep it comin'

Slugs hummin', chopper gunnin', catch the vapor from the laser

Infrared, fled, big bread money-maker

Copper slug, barrel shaker for big paper

Big baller, life taker for big caker

Ben Franklins, bank teller thankin', big bankin'

Bust a gankin', left stankin', ship sankin'

Ain't no such thing as, "I'd like to 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 your own

See how quick my hollow chrome leave home and visit homes

Rome to the top, slip up and get bucked

Get out my way 'fore I spray, I'm tryin' to live up

Young thugger, baby gangster, pluck and get popped

Off top, aim my pistol straight for head shots

I release the safety if you chase me

Best waste me, don't hunt, bitch, handle your weight

Or you make me reverse the game and wax that ass

Stop you from playin', I clear your block on that ass

Nigga wonder why I stress, Uptown's the place

It's the best, we got weapons that'll go through your vest

Get left wet, disrespect, it's beef for sure

Got backup from the Black Mel Calio

You got coke and don't wanna go broke? V-L it

'Cause around me, bitch, I'm doin' bad, you can't sell it

B.G. terrorize ho niggas, you dig?

Bitch niggas get slid if you got change on your wig

I'll take the hit real fast and quick

2-2-6 My clique, Cash Money the shit

Project heroes, 'bout six zeros

Makin' records is the front, we got ten kilos

Unload, reload, if you 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 outstanding, kill or be killed

Niggas out to give me the blues, let 'em kill me, I refuse

I'm down for killin', but the one in the six for murder, I was accused

I'll leave you funky, hop out my trunk and held by a monkey

So watch yourself 'cause I'm down to act a donkey

In the N.O. town, jackers creep for beef

Put you to sleep if you're playin' with a QB, bitch

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