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Artist:	Eightball
Song Title:	Spit
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[Verse 1]

Uhh..

I never played the games, fucked 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 fuck the hype

Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust

Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck 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 fuck 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 bitches 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 fuck wit... the shit I spit

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I kick

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck 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 fuck 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 bitches that bop

Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops

We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean

With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen

Fuck 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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