Spazz Out 2 Lyrics by Grand Puba

Spazz Out 2 Lyrics

    [Hook]
    This is for my niggas on the block, yo spazz out
    Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out!
    You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out!
    Just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck
    My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out
    Them young niggas on the strip just spazz out
    You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out
    Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck

    [Verse 1]
    We rappers, we chrome witty type
    This to my niggas blaze a fifty light
    What and get cha' high on
    Ya shit is on dubs nigga, shit get cha' ride on
    We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this
    From the top y'all know y'all can't fuck with this
    The R-E double S with the Grand Puba
    Picture us stackin' down, shit we came too far
    We done paid our dues, still in the game
    Why these niggas actin' like they can't feel the pain
    My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat
    Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces
    Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces
    Tapes, diamond nigga we bout to hit that
    Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack
    Big exec checks, bitch nothin' less
    And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley nigga

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2]
    I'm a street nigga, load up my heat with hollow tips
    Acknowledge this, go against the grain and feel stiff rain
    We big stings, stackin' our safes to capacity
    Force tragedies, a thug mentality
    Test my heart pumps blood
    We can throw slugs or shoot the fifth, call me
    I'm all for it, I don't care bounce ya fair or where ya from
    We can act dumb and leave niggas backs numb
    I wanna eat on some legal and shit
    But I was born on some evil shit
    Ridin' ways, my childhood is far from forgotten days
    See moms locked away, that's why I hate cops today
    So I cop the yay, lock the block, pumpin' trays
    If I reach and shoot, believe that niggas lay
    But I went through my trigger phase
    Now I want a bigger case
    Fuck dippin' jakes now we sittin' great

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3]
    Yo, it's a shame how these bitches wanna know if I'm holdin' a knot
    Haters on the block, gassin' us from holdin' a glock
    And I'm looney too, Big K big way
    My mental states I been through breakdown airway
    Bottles or rat, nigga straight sleep with the fishes
    My team is vicious, holla at the baddest bitches
    Know what I got, hit the crib hot cold to rock
    Steamin' off the top then my soldiers box
    Flip the score, plot ways to hustle on tours
    See these hit the pipe, fuck up they jaw
    I'm livin' ya rap, hot weight I'm triplin' that
    Pack 22s, come on y'all I'm fuckin' with macks
    Laid back, spazz like I did five flat
    I'm in the biz, stressed blowin' bogies back-to-back
    Ya know the click, Harley ya know he spit
    Know we sick, one of the connected click yeah

    [Hook]

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