(feat. Autumn Rue, INF-Black, Letha Face) [Intro: Autumn Rue] Spit game.. Spit game.. Game.. Game.. [U-God] I do the damn thing, toast the champagne
: (feat. Autumn Rue, INF-Black, Letha Face) [Intro: Autumn Rue] Spit game.. Spit game.. Game.. Game.. [U-God] I do the damn thing, toast the champagne
time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down Underwater
Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game
don't mess with tha freshest Yeah I spin electric my set is the best In the PA, country, continent, the world Cryin lil bitches I ain't startin with u
Oryan aint old enough to drink nigga Give me that Yak Back And let the homie Blaq crack that Study muh mack tack Im sicker than ruby red with A booty play, tongue spit game
G, and I'm finishing what I started Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game
[Hook] Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U Everyday it be the same, we holding down the
do' No time for the games, try stay on my toes So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting
With new faces come through with similar game [echo] And who you thought them Really ain't they (echo) Catching deja vu Of the game people play [echo
sor... ry, the 5'9 and the fire marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry Two different entities, with a propensity to put these n-u
the set Keep on wonderin' what the Bone 'bout to do next Still they humble and the hungriest, God bless The fan fam flex, all across the U.S. Overseas
[Hook - Krayzie 2x] People ask me how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga
was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload Chorus {Verse Three:} We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit
rasied in the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Talking about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't spitting
see clearly now yall ready know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
Again Every Time We Put A Nigga Out Game Slaughter Them Catch U In The Alley Wut U Gunna Do Wit Out Yo Man Feel Like Im Bishop Standin Over Radamans U
