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Eightball - Spit Lyrics

  • [Verse 1]
  • Uhh..
  • I never played the games, *****ed 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 ***** the hype
  • Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust
  • Weak studio gangsta, you can't ***** 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 ***** 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 *****es 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 ***** wit... the shit I spit
  • Y'all niggaz can't ***** wit... what I ***** wit
  • Y'all niggaz can't ***** wit... the shit I kick
  • Y'all niggaz can't ***** wit... what I ***** 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 ***** 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 *****es that bop
  • Blowin weed on the parkin lot, ***** the cops
  • We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
  • With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen
  • ***** 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]

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