Spit That sh*t lyrics

[Hook x2]
I'ma spit that sh*t
Show these n*ggas how dark this sh*t get
Cause I'ma spit that sh*t
Show these n*ggas how dark this sh*t get

[Verse 1]
sh*t pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n*ggas know what's up
My n*ggas throw it up; we all know that
In fact, n*ggas missing the action, where are they at?
See, you n*ggas never really been ducked out
But got enough mouth to get snuffed out; roof the rough route
We don't play around here, n*gga, we're grown
Start applying pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half; it's just that simple
Or I can start popping n*ggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you're staggering and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall, you got more than enough problems in the floor
You're just wasting a n*gga's time; come on, man
I got sh*t to do, like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, so what that b*tch gon' do
Not a damn thing, but dawg's with the program
Beast on that b*tch like Conan, whoa man
I'ma go where no man has ever gone
n*gga, when it's on, it's on, I'll let you know when the f*ck it's on
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like BRRAT, to the squeeze of the gun
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into a death row
[Hook x2]

Between me and you, I'd be in the dark for too long
Bark is too strong, hard like this song
Whatever it's gon' be, that's what it is
I didn't stutter, motherf*cka, put that on your kids
Built for war, built for raw
Built for more, built from it all for the dog to the floor
I've been getting down before I knew what getting down was
sh*t, I just do what a real n*gga does
Get anything straight up
If sh*t starts falling apart, wait up, let's get this joint paid up
So it's square one, and a n*gga can get a fair one
At any time of the day, but do a n*gga dare one
Keep sh*t moving, doing what the f*ck we be doin'
They're coming to 'em, but I'm running through 'em
I don't need the headache of a b*tch talking me to death
Without f*cking me to death; what the f*ck we got left
I don't want nothing, but some f*cking pus*y
I ain't trying to be all cuddled up, pillow talking getting mushy
Been there, done that, with that one back there
From when there was none at, to when there was some of that
n*ggas still come back, hood for life
sh*t, quiet as kept n*gga, the hood's my wife
A lot of what's good for the night, that's what it be
Or if its good for tomorrow cause tomorrow we'll see
Take it one day at a time, my ear to the street
Don't fear on my feet, stay near to the heat
That's how the dog gets down on all fours
After a certain hour, I'm knocking on all doors
Anything goes when it's on, motherf*cka
Whether you're friend or foe, you gon' lend some dough
And in case you don't know, that n*gga don't owe
Whatever I come up on, let that sh*t go
Faggot
[Hook x2]