Spit Game

Spit yo game talk yo shit we dem niggas wit dem sticks
You better keep ya head on a swivel cuz we snatching shit
I know that ya heard about me yea that nigga crazy
Gang fully Soulja's wit me they'll do you shady

Yea I'm really off the chain Bitch I'll burn u down
If it's on sight you loose ya life I love that Murda sound
All black like the reaper imma creeper in tha night
Spazzing out with that choppa Dat shit sounding like a bike
Hit sticks diz ain't madden free smoke like a dragon
Painting pictures imma tag em take a ride in this wagon
Hang a nigga yea I'm laughing den skirt off blue flagging
Leave a nigga 6ft In that dirt yea I'm bragging
Hol up diz that savage shit black bag magic trick
My steppaz come from every direction it's gon get tragic quick
Once you pull yo pistol there ain't no turning back
Every time I get a new one I dnt know how to act (Yeah)

Spit yo game talk yo shit we dem niggas wit dem sticks
You better keep ya head on a swivel cuz we snatching shit
I know that ya heard about me yea that nigga crazy
Gang fully Soulja's wit me they'll do you shady

Turn yo shooter to a track star get hit just like he Ricky
Gotta 4 pound a ar and a 9 milly glizzy
Yeah talk heavy put some respect gangsta
Ain't got no mind My whip out leave you niggaz endangered
Say fally we been thugn since a young age
I be on demon time I buss that iron just to clear rage
Only worried bout money ain't got time to sit down in that cage
Aye jus you a fool just turn me up and let that beat bang
Pour a 4 up actin bad you gon get tore up
You say you got some money well shop or get ya throat cut
I be dripping in the latest come thru swerving wit them outlaws
Say my 3 times then I appear and get you knocked off



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Writer(s): Kenneth Jackson
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