Mr. 3-2 - Spittin' Fire lyrics

(*talking*) Gangsta, Trae say man Some n***as gon get f**ed up, on this song man Know I'm saying, ay this Archie Lee baby You already know, know I'm saying Nothing but the real n***a, S.L.A.B We in your motherf**ing face, turn it up n***a what [Archie Lee] Four rocks in the hand, two Glocks in the van You n***as make way, cause ain't no stopping this clan S to the L-A to the B None of these n***as, f**ing with Archie Lee Before I drop my solo, you n***as doubted me How he gon switch labels, without that n***a Lil' Ke But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose Made profit like a motherf**er, showed you fools Now everywhere I go, b**h n***as so cool Man your sh** jamming, let me hear you flow fool Hell naw, but I appreciate the love You better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what [Hook] You can't deny us, we be spitting fire (and you know, we strapped with heat) We some real slab riders, please don't try us (everybody know, talk is cheap) [Z-Ro] What it do I'm coming through, you better move back Strapped with artillery, not scared to use that Cause I'm bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on You ain't ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome Must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave Known for sending n***as, to hell or the pearly gate Ain't nobody taking me, I ain't worried bout nothing Hate me today tomorrow, I come back like a rewind bu*ton Ain't friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all Get up off of me, 'fore you be bleeding not breathing at all I'm connected, nation wide respected and known Z-Ro the Crooked, I'm original so watch for the clone [Kiotti] Watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome If you jacking, you better watch for your dome And I'm on your block, and yep the talk is cheap When I lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap Ask Trae, or A. Lee In uh H-Town is where we be, it's easy We three mo', slow the beat and bring it back Guerilla Maab with the S.L.A.B., in a Jag they love that Anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs Better run, I mess with gorillas k**ers and thugs And we all raw, I swing for heads to break jaws And we got money for bail, ain't worried bout the laws uh [Big Pup] Big boy sick boy, yes I'm the wig splitter Make way, it's the Ridgemont's 4 big n***a Go getter for the cash, I'ma have it if I want it Calicoes we gon blast, at you n***as acting fony I'ma get it cause I'm hungry, and ain't stopping till I eat I give a f** how cold you is, cause I'm about to bring the heat With the Guerilla M double A-B, and Hershelwood's Archie Lee Who am I, Big Pup repping them Pud Park streets All that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak I got gorillas that'll creep, and leave you dead where you sleep A damn fool on these beats, in these streets I bring trouble Big Pup and them S.L.A.B. n***as, means E.R. on the double [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] Talk is cheap, I bring heat to the track I deliver pimp slaps, and steady setting traps For these hoes and n***as, you can't figure me out Still the Gov of the South, that'll burn up your house You and your son, I do this kinda sh** for fun Make bets with me, b**h I'll have your a** done Lying and trying, to disrespect a boss You ain't got enough money, hoe I'm hot like hot sauce Stinging like a wasp, of course it's me f**ing with my property, you'll get f**ed off properly Ain't no stopping me, and your a** gon see Who to play with, cause it damn sho ain't me (*talking*) Be what you want me to be Next time I see your a**, you gon see Reality, in front of me the G.O.V. what's up Trae [Trae] That's the way the game go, is what they steady yelling out But I'm about to cut they lights out, and make em respect my mind when I'm strapped with a big red dot You n***as can't get with the worst of us, and ain't never gon f** with the best of us My mouth piece co*ked and about to bust, for a n***a that's thinking they better than us f** that f** y'all, Trae fin to get my point across and I'ma call it out Fin to come out the do' running up head on, let's see which one of us falling out One of them thug fire mob n***as, a gorilla raw dog n***a Hatch back when I wanna fall n***a, snitching ditching from the laws n***a Broken jaw till they call n***a, body bag when they haul n***as Mob n***as wanna squab n***as, weaving and then I'ma bob n***a Naw n***a you ain't f**ing with this, Guerilla Maab and untamed Who's to blame, I dont know but you bout to get a hot one for the pain [J'Ronimo] Dipping and dabbing, hustling the streets you flipping your slab in I know b**hes, who shoot more dicks then Madden They dick biters, I'm on illegal sh** like pit fighters And if you ain't know, then the sh**'s right here Flow into my vocal box, drip like beers The world is my click, like Cheers You can call me Steve Francis, popping pills with bills And all this ice, got my wrist on chill The block's on heated, got your man tell him to wait so You be in on my recipe, Redd get the rope And my rims cause pain, cause I'm spinning hurricanes I understand girls cheat, my main chick is Mary Jane [Yung Redd] Now this is what happens, for thinking I'm capping Pulling out the mack 10, don't make it a challenge Aiming at your Cadillac, making it back spin Action, I been real since way back when I was wicked ever since, I jumped over the picket fence I hang on the block, like I'm paying rent And I'm like the Terminator, I'll be back To get you for all your stacks, and all your crack I'm back for the first time, ain't no canceling me Let's see, Redd'll cut down your family tree Catch me shooting the breeze, smoking too many trees Right now, ain't nan n***a f**ing with me [Lil' B] I'm a slab rider, provide a n***a your ear Never been a punk or no queer, therefor I have no fear For a hater, I penetrate a slug holding a grudge Cause I'm a thug n***a, that get down and dirty in the mud Round for round and pound for pound, just like this Gorilla that's untamed, when I ball up my first Now that I'm pissed, you n***as better get it together Squashing the cheddar it's whatever, when I aim my baretta I'm sending slugs through your sweater, and you don't really like that After hearing Lil' B, you n***as gon recite that Bite that, like a big mac k**er that will attack The prey cause I'm the predator, wrecking ya staying two steps ahead of ya Smith'n Wess'll be blessing ya, when these n***as be testing a n***a You ain't stressing a n***a, with all that plexing my n***a I'm thoed, explode like hot fire Sticky like barb wire, I'm a slab rider [Hook - 2x]