Spitter

Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Big shout to Philly) Grab yo' gat— (Yeah) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom) Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! Fee!) Spit yo game, talk yo' shit (Shout to G-Town!) Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!) Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah) Pass the weed, I got to light one Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!) Pass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!) What your Mammy told you 'bout fucking 'round with them soldiers? Told you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!) That's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters Blood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers Do that shit—I done that shit; it's Weezy Baby— "He's a baby, but that nigga run that shit" Make that money come back quick Take that money from that bitch—she know what it be: M-O-B Pistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing I'm here—bada-bam-bing My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling Super bowl ring, bitch Cash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, bitch Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch This is New Orleans, bitch: murder dope fiend shit Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah) Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah) Pass the weed, I got to light one Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!) Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah) Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah) Pass the weed, I got to light one Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!) Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Gangsta!) What your Pappy told you bout fucking 'round with them soldiers? I told you I'm coming back—I got that Tommy Mottola That's blood all over your Rover, blood all over your chauffeur Blood all over your loafers If I get any closer, there's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster I'm in them S. Dots: That's blood all over my Hovas—fuck! I'm hustlin' with a motive: My niggas need me And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me"—it's greedy See them niggas—jack them niggas; kill them niggas—whack them niggas Ask them bitches, ask them niggas: Weezy Baby—that's the nigga Catch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet Sheesh! That bitch too sweet for the streets Got that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be Niggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do? I been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch "The Zoo" I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit Sucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose Quarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot Coming true—Young'un' do what young'un's do: ball, baby At home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting Goddamn, I am a man, "the man" The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch! Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah) Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah) Pass the weed, I got to light one Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!) Pass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, nigga! Dr— Dr— Dr—) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby) Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah) Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah) Pass the weed, I got to light one Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!) Pass the weed, I got to light one (That's right) So I'ma talk my shit for a minute I wanted to take a vacation Niggas wouldn't let me The streets too dry—they need us!