Eightball - Spit Lyrics
[Verse 1]Uhh..I never played the games, *****ed hoes and tricksNiggaz think with they dick and get hit for licksWe mob for life, straight scarred for life"Space Age 4 Eva" nigga ***** the hypeHard rounds I bust, crush punks to dustWeak studio gangsta, you can't ***** with usWe live the streets, give streets the pieceDefeat weak emcees and bust heat to eatMy love for change, got me stuck in the gameGot me goin insane, who the ***** can I blame?No you but me, not him but IIs the one to blame for anything I tryLove life and give, but a trick ain't meGive *****es the dick and give niggaz the heatBust flows that kill, homocide for realGold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the deal[Hook]Y'all niggaz can't ***** wit... the shit I spitY'all niggaz can't ***** wit... what I ***** witY'all niggaz can't ***** wit... the shit I kickY'all niggaz can't ***** wit... what I ***** wit[Verse 2]I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with stitchesBloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitiousI'ma live for this and I'ma die for thisEye for eye for this, flip a pie for thisThis shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate itA piece of paper and a ink pen made me straightGod knows I try, every breath I takeEvery song I make, is from the heart to the tapeI break and crack flows, build and stack flowsAttack the track flows, back to back flowsYou know, I do whatever to get the cash flowBust and mash fo' eights in the slab hoSouthern distributer, narcotic delivererThis shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin upI told you niggaz this, see now you done got me pissedEightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist[Hook - 2X][Verse 3]Yeah..I never ***** with fakes, these niggaz is snakesSmile in my face schemin tryna see what they can takeEmcee for life, AK-47 flowsLike Al Capone nigga, I'm showin my goldsBlack skin and rocks, hittin *****es that bopBlowin weed on the parkin lot, ***** the copsWe crash the scene, fulla tuss' and leanWith my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen***** niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mixBrown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that shitI'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinicTalkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippinLong nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain'tLife of a hustler, go hard in the paintThe streets, got no heart, and no mercyI think that's why they call down south dirty[Hook to fade]
