Spray Yourself lyrics

[Intro: Yukmouth]
Thug Lord (Salute!)
Goodbye, b*tch, aight, aight
We got a b*tch ass n*gga in our presence, a f*ckin' imposter
Get yo ass up, n*gga
What's up, n*gga? You ain't no mothaf*ckin' made man
Money don't make you no made man n*gga (b*tch!)
The mob make you a made man, you b*tch
Now get on the floor, n*gga

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
n*gga, shank yourself, n*gga, stab yourself
n*gga, spray yourself, n*gga, blast yourself
n*gga's packed of wealth
Though, I come through fast and stealth
Your whole f*ckin' stack get dealt
Now they on their self
Like mash to kill, blast to kill
Never try to graze n*ggas
Just 'cause you a paid n*gga
That doesn't mean that you a made n*gga, you gay n*gga
I pay n*ggas, to spray n*ggas
Lay n*ggas down for the gray glitters
Send you to the grave digger
Ready to die, I ain't afraid, n*gga
I make money, money never make n*ggas
I break n*ggas
Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face, n*gga
Now where the safe, n*gga?
I take your Rolex Honeycomb face out the safe
I gotta get my money on straight
This out the gate, these phony ass rappers is fake
About to hate, make a move out the state
Regime Killers about face, all hail the Thug Lord
Salute me, put 21 guns in the sky, n*gga, bust yours
'Cause none of y'all n*ggas want war
Fake ass CB4, Gusto steal Yuk flow? what the f*ck for?
When I walk, I scrape my knuckles across the ground
Guerilla walkin' across town, beatin' down Blood Hounds
Y'all n*ggas sound like Mystikal
Get some skills, thuggin' on wax?
I do this sh*t for real, b*tch
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that b*tch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n*ggas gettin' paid to wealth
Now they sh*t just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this sh*t, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n*gga
And stick the mothaf*ckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself

[Verse 2: C-BO]
Now who the f*ck is these weak rappers
Actin' like they real, when they fake phony Cuban zirconia actors
The Mob father bringin' it real for all my mobsters
While other n*ggas in this game to win an oscar
Scared of monsters
Can't do a concert, unless they payin' they self
Can't get a real b*tch, gotta lay yourself, hey, hey
Can't get the pus*y, unless you payin' your wealth
You mothaf*ckas need to spray yourself, what, what
Heard Bossaline a major payin' you bid
Now we gon' see you on some murderous sh*t
Have you heard of this clique?
Thug Lord, Yukmouth, close the door
Lets take these toy soldiers to war
Remember back when you wasn't sh*t
At my hotel with the busses and sh*t
Gave me a hundred G's to bust on your sh*t
And I ain't touch the sh*t
Real n*ggas done had enough of this sh*t
Goin' platinum without a every n*gga bumpin' your sh*t
Now tell me, weak n*gga, how you do that there
Westcoast Mob Father, b*tch, we don't care
You must of bought your own sh*t
To you, they shot your own sh*t
Came here without poppin' in your own diss, its on, b*tch!
You must of forgot when I helped your ass out
Back when you was rollin' around town in a glass house
When I see you, I might light that ass up
So if you westbound, b*tch, you best to gas up, ash up, b*tch
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that b*tch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n*ggas gettin' paid to wealth
Now they sh*t just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this sh*t, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n*gga
And stick the mothaf*ckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Alright, ready get set go, on your portion
I be startin' a war, so just watch
And park an Aston Martin in front of the mansion
f*ck apartments
f*ck that sh*t you talkin', bullsh*t be barkin'
I'm often smokin' blunts through my doobie in your coffin
Rap-A-Lot n*ggas boss ballin', shot callin'
They come to be the boss, my n*ggas all flossin'
So many loss ends, tryin' to keep up, sell Cheba
Next tell sellies a thousand Rap-A-Lot beepers
Smoke reefer, Regime Leader the prime suspect
Somethin' like Puff, but I got a new millimeter I ain't bust yet
It ain't a fine b*tch, a senorita I ain't f*cked yet
I pop X, I rub sex, they love this Thug sh*t
n*ggas say Yuk next to take the West over
The f*ckin' best flower
Chronic catch and Sess smoker
The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder
I'm the n*gga you been stressed over, or ain't get no rest over
n*gga, wake up out a nightmare, screamin' with sweat on ya
Go to sleep with a vest on ya, 'cause I creep death on ya
Pull my Tec's on ya, hop on dubs and skate
Sincerely yours, the n*gga you love to hate, little b*tch!
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that b*tch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n*ggas gettin' paid to wealth
Now they sh*t just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this sh*t, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n*gga
And stick the mothaf*ckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself