Spitter

Big shout to Philly. Yeah. Shout to everybody down in Baltimore. B. Shout to Chi-Town. Spitta. Bridgeport, I see you. Mack, baby. Can't forget the Holla. Yes, Dedication to drama. Drama. What your mama told you 'bout fucking around with Them soldiers? Told you I'd be back, I'm coming. I got that Tommy Lasota. There's blood all over your sofas, blood all over Your posters, blood all over your shoulders, blood All over the strollers. Do that shit, I done that shit. It's Weezy Baby, he's a baby, but that nigga Run that shit. Make that money, come back quick. Take that money from that bitch, she know what It be, M-O-B. Pistol right there in my reach, you know what It be, M on me. Bitches knowing that limo leave, two words, Room key. Where? Penthouse suite. Where? Not a damn thing. I'm here, bada bing bing bing. My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, My ear bling, Super Bowl ring, bitch. Cash Money, Young Money, Super Bowl team, Bitch. Money, money, money, money, I'm true to those Things, bitch. You with those pussyhos, I shoot at those queens, bitch. This is New Orleans, bitch. Murder, dope fiend shit. Spitta. Mack. Ju Baby. Yes. Yes. Dedication to drama. Free P. Spitta. Mack. Ju baby. Yes. Yes. Dedication to drama. What your pappy told you 'bout fucking around with Them soldiers? I told you I'm coming back, I Got that Tommy Matola. There'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, there's blood all over My Hobos. Fuck, I'm hustling with a motive. My niggas need me and that tiger in my Pocket say, "Feed me," it's greedy. See them niggas, jack them niggas. Kill them niggas, whack them niggas. Ask them bitches, ask them niggas. Weezy Baby, that's the nigga. Catch me mashing in a V, matching seats, Matching feet. Sheesh, that bitch too sweet for the Streets. Got that key for the leaf and fee For the beef. No need to speak, let it Be with the beat. Niggas want peace, I make Them leave here piece by piece. Fuck me, fuck you. What it is? What it do? I've been ready since '81 and I was born In '82. Hollygrove where I'm from, But we call that bitch the zoo. I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate That forbidden fruit. Sucker free, sucker proof. Fifty shots, cut him loose. Quarter back, Weezy Baby. Shotgun, run and shoot. Coming through, young nigga do what young nigga do. Ball vaping, at home fornicating. Homie by the phone waiting. Goddamn, I am a man, the man, the motherfucking President, bitch. Spitta. Mack. Ju baby. Yes. Yes. Dedication to drama. We're mad automatic, nigga. Spitta. Mack. Ju baby. Yes. Yes. Dedication to drama. That's right. So I'ma talk my shit for a minute. I wanted to take a vacation, Niggas wouldn't let me. Streets too dry, they need us.