Spit lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Spit



 Send "Spit" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
[Verse 1]



Uhh..



I never played the games, fucked hoes and
tricks



Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for
licks



We mob for life, straight scarred for life



"Space Age 4 Eva" nigga fuck the
hype



Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust



Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck with us



We live the streets, give streets the piece



Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat



My love for change, got me stuck in the game



Got me goin insane, who the fuck can I blame?



No you but me, not him but I



Is the one to blame for anything I try



Love life and give, but a trick ain't me



Give bitches the dick and give niggaz the heat



Bust flows that kill, homocide for real



Gold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the
deal







[Hook]



Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I spit



Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit



Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I kick



Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit







[Verse 2]



I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with
stitches



Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is
fictitious



I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this



Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this



This shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate
it



A piece of paper and a ink pen made me
straight



God knows I try, every breath I take



Every song I make, is from the heart to the
tape



I break and crack flows, build and stack flows



Attack the track flows, back to back flows



You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow



Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho



Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer



This shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin
up



I told you niggaz this, see now you done got me
pissed



Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist







[Hook - 2X]







[Verse 3]



Yeah..



I never fuck with fakes, these niggaz is
snakes



Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can
take



Emcee for life, AK-47 flows



Like Al Capone nigga, I'm showin my golds



Black skin and rocks, hittin bitches that bop



Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops



We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean



With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen



Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix



Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that
shit



I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic



Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be
trippin



Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't



Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint



The streets, got no heart, and no mercy



I think that's why they call down south dirty







[Hook to fade]