Spit ’N Game lyrics

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Turk:
n*ggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid sh*t
Ain't that a b*tch
n*ggas, 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 n*ggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome Glock got it c*cked
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 f*ckin' block
A n*gga, 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
n*ggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any n*gga 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 n*ggas 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