Spit 'N Game Lyrics
| Song | Spit 'N Game |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Get It How U Live! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hot Boys | |
| Fresh. Slim, | |
| Baby. Hot | |
| Boys. Hot | |
| Boys in this bitch. | |
| Check it out. [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 to 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' hundreds to | |
| 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 | |
| Out here 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 fell a dome | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Hot Boys | |
| Fresh. Slim, | |
| Baby. Hot | |
| Boys. Hot | |
| Boys in this bitch. | |
| Check it out. 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 to leave no evidence around and, it' s tshirt 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' hundreds to | |
| 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 | |
| Out here 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 fell a dome | |
| 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 | |
| I was accused | |
| I leave ya funky | |
| I put my trunky | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Hot Boys | |
| Fresh. Slim, | |
| Baby. Hot | |
| Boys. Hot | |
| Boys in this bitch. | |
| Check it out. 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 to leave no evidence around and, it' s tshirt 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' hundreds to | |
| 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 | |
| Out here 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 fell a dome | |
| 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 | |
| I was accused | |
| I leave ya funky | |
| I put my trunky | |
| 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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