8ball - Spit lyrics

[Verse 1] Uhh.. I never played the games, f**ed hoes and tricks n***as think with they dick and get hit for licks We mob for life, straight scarred for life "Space Age 4 Eva" n***a f** the hype Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust Weak studio gangsta, you can't f** with us We live the streets, give streets the piece Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat My love for change, got me stuck in the game Got me goin insane, who the f** can I blame? No you but me, not him but I Is the one to blame for anything I try Love life and give, but a trick ain't me Give b**hes the dick and give n***as the heat Bust flows that k**, h*mocide for real Gold grill and trills, you weak n***as no the deal [Hook] Y'all n***as can't f** wit... the sh** I spit Y'all n***as can't f** wit... what I f** wit Y'all n***as can't f** wit... the sh** I kick Y'all n***as can't f** wit... what I f** wit [Verse 2] I got a mind for murder, leave n***as with stitches Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this This sh** is love and hate, n***as love to hate it A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight God knows I try, every breath I take Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape I break and crack flows, build and stack flows Attack the track flows, back to back flows You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer This sh** I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up I told you n***as this, see now you done got me pissed Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist [Hook - 2X] [Verse 3] Yeah.. I never f** with fakes, these n***as is snakes Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take Emcee for life, AK-47 flows Like Al Capone n***a, I'm showin my golds Black skin and rocks, hittin b**hes that bop Blowin weed on the parkin lot, f** the cops We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen f** n***as with blunts, tryna get in my mix Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that sh** I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint The streets, got no heart, and no mercy I think that's why they call down south dirty [Hook to fade]