Spittin Game Lyrics by Juvenile

Spittin Game Lyrics

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    Turk:
    Niggas steady getting chopped
    Losin they life behind stupid shit
    Ain't that a bitch
    Niggas, gettin' they wig split
    And it's a shame
    Killin' has became a fame
    I cannot see my brains layin
    On the ground
    I keep my 9 on my waistline
    Chop 'em down
    Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
    And, it's t-shirt land
    When niggas ain't playin'
    Got a chrome glock got it cocked
    Red dot on yo' knot
    As i pop
    Nonstop
    Till you drop
    Pronounced dead
    On the spot
    It's a tragedy when i spin' yo fuckin' block
    A nigga, from blackconnect
    Will leave ya wet
    Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
    If ya disrespect
    I ain't fakin' it, yo' life i'm takin' it
    Hollow points bullets racin' it
    Niggas ain't makin' it
    When i bust
    Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
    If you bust, when i spray
    Head for shelter
    10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
    A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
    Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
    Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.

    Bullet proof:
    16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
    Transportin' ki's in the all black camero
    50 g's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
    I'm a hot boy to the police
    And i'm a thug on the street
    Yeah i score from slim and b
    10 a ki, real og's, 36 oz's formed the halves
    Goin' for 2 g's
    Upt connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
    Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
    Big body on broaders, that's all i know
    Mansion on washetona 6 figures on the floor
    Double r and dr watched by uptown security guards
    10 g's a ki, 36 o's a piece
    4 and a half, 2 g's, but i'll take 18
    Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
    Flippin' ????? g's, hoopties, to benzies
    I get my ki's, from my uncle kc
    He's a magnolia soldier
    Be in 10 in angola
    Shoot out in that 'nolia
    Knock ya head off ya shoulders

    Juvenile:
    I ain't about no playin
    When i'm comin' get out the way
    Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
    Head straight back to the hot block
    Flight in a half
    If i'm out there bad i might cut you in half
    Utp tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
    Look i'm a looter, holdin' the ruger
    Or a 6 shooter
    On tuesdays and thursdays
    You better watch for the sweep
    Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
    I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people
    Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
    Do it like it's legal, i heard heads in power
    Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
    Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
    I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
    Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
    Now send ya people
    To the tc and we gon' hurt 'em
    I'm seein' niggas
    Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
    I'm in the chevy with b.g. and our girlfriends
    Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
    Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe
    Ya think i'm playin, ask baby and slim how i can
    Hook me up i don't have time for no games
    Look here i stompin in this bitch
    I'm chompin' a new fit
    I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
    Look at what ya facin partner
    A whole nation
    Of niggas that's mind damaged
    ????? paper chasin'
    With that iron i'ma roll wit em
    Mama don't pray for me i don't back down from no nigga
    They got a place for me

    Lil wayne:
    See i want millions, hundreds and big thousands
    Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
    Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
    Give me 9 9 g tryin' to see my destiny
    I do it all to ball drop the phone if i call
    See i'm livin' real large eventhough i'm real small
    But don't let that fool ya
    Money rules everything around me
    Creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me
    I ain't hear for a lil
    I want the whole damn spot
    I cock my glock and have ya plot so i turn out to the top
    Nigga be runnin' with money
    Things you doin' i done done it
    9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
    Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
    Infrared fled big bread money maker
    Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
    Big ballin' life taker for big caker
    Ben franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
    Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
    Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
    But if i don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
    Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
    See how quick model homes leave home and ????
    Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
    Get out my way, fo' i spray
    I'm tryin' to live up

    B.g.:
    Young thugger, baby gangsta
    Thug or get popped
    Off top
    Aim my pistol straight for head shots
    I release the safety, if ya chase me
    Best waste me
    Don't hunt bitch down in ya way
    Or ya make me
    Reverse the game and wax that ass
    Stop you from playin'
    I clear yo block on that ass
    Nigga wonder why i stress
    Uptowns the place
    It's the best
    We got weapons that'll go through ya vest
    Get left wet
    Disrespect it's beef fo sho
    Got back up, from the mac melph calio
    You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
    Vl it
    Cuz around me bitch i'm doin bad ya can't sell it
    B.g. terrorize
    4 niggas ya dig
    Bitch niggas get split
    If you got change on ya wig
    I'll take the hit
    Real fast and quick
    226 my clique cash money the shit
    Project heroes
    Bout 6 zeroes
    Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
    Unload reload
    If ya ball you fall
    If i jack you i don't want half i want all
    Stand tall for mine
    Nuts hang i'm real
    My skills outstandin'
    Kill or be killed
    Niggas out to give me the blues
    Let 'em kill me, i refuse
    I'm down for killing
    But the one of <edited> i was accused
    I leave ya funky
    I put my trunk-y
    Hair by a monkey
    So what ya self cuz i'm down to act a donkey
    In the n.o. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
    Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a qb
    Bitch

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