Spitter lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Hook: Lil Wayne, The Notorious B.I.G. sample, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t (Big shout to Philly)
Grab yo' gat— (Yeah)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom)
Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! Fee!)
Spit yo game, talk yo' sh*t (Shout to G-Town!)
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
What your Mammy told you 'bout f*cking 'round with them soldiers?
Told you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!)
That's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters
Blood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers
Do that sh*t—I done that sh*t; it's Weezy Baby—
"He's a baby, but that n*gga run that sh*t"
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that b*tch—she know what it be: M-O-B
Pistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me
b*tches know when that limo leave, two words: room key
Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing
I'm here—bada-bam-bing
My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling—
Super bowl ring, b*tch
Cash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, b*tch
Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, b*tch
You with those pus*y hoes, I shoot at those queens, b*tch
This is New Orleans, b*tch: murder dope fiend sh*t
[Hook: Lil Wayne, The Notorious B.I.G. sample, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju’, baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju’, baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds! Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What your Pappy told you bout f*cking 'round with them soldiers?
I told you I'm coming back—I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over your Rover, blood all over your chauffeur
Blood all over your loafers—
If I get any closer, there's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster
I'm in them S. Dots: That's blood all over my Hovas—f*ck!
I'm hustlin' with a motive: My n*ggas need me
And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me"—it's greedy
See them n*ggas—jack them n*ggas; kill them n*ggas—whack them n*ggas
Ask them b*tches, ask them n*ggas: Weezy Baby—that's the n*gga
Catch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet
Sheesh! That b*tch too sweet for the streets
Got that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be
n*ggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece
f*ck me? f*ck you! What it is? What it do?
I been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two
Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that b*tch "The Zoo"
I ain't never trust a b*tch since she ate that forbidden fruit
Sucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose
Quarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot
Coming true—Young'un' do what young'un's do: ball, baby
At home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting
Goddamn, I am a man, "the man"
The mo-, therf*ck-, -ing Pres-, ident, b*tch!
[Hook: Lil Wayne, The Notorious B.I.G. sample, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju’, baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, n*gga! Dr— Dr— Dr—)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju’, baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh*t
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (That's right)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
So I'ma talk my sh*t for a minute
I wanted to take a vacation
n*ggas wouldn't let me
The streets too dry—they need us!
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