Swizz Beatz - Spitter lyrics

[Hook] Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Dedication 2! Drama! [Verse 1] What ya Mami told ya bout f**in round wit' them soldiers? Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda That's blood all over ya sofas Blood all over ya posters Blood all over ya shoulders Blood all over the strollers Do that sh**, I done that sh** Its Weezy baby He's a baby But that n***a run that sh** Make that money come back quick Take that money from that b**h She know what it be - M.O.B Pistol right there in my reach You know what it be, him or me b**hes know when that limo leave 2 words: Room key Where? Penthouse suite Wear, not-a-damn-thing I'm here, bada-bambing My hand bling My wrist bling My neck bling My ear bling Super bowl ring, b**h Cash Money/Young Money Superbowl team, b**h Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things b**h You with those p**y hoes I shoot at those queens, b**h This is New Orleans, b**h Murder dope fiend sh** [Hook] Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Dedication 2! Drama! [Verse 2] What ya Papi told ya bout f**in round with them soldiers? I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola That's blood all over ya Rover Blood all over ya chauffeur Blood all over ya loafers If I get any closer That's blood all over my toaster Blood all over my holster I'm in them S. Dots Thats blood all over my Hovas, f** I'm hustlin' with a motive My n***as need me And a Tiger in my pocket Say "Feed me" - Its greedy See them n***as Jack them n***as k** them n***as Whack them n***as Ask them b**hes Ask them n***as Weezy baby, thats the n***a Catch me Mashin in a V Matchin seats Matchin feet Sheesh That b**h too Sweet for the Streets Got that key for the leaf That feast the beef No need to speak Let it be What it be n***as want peace - I make 'em leave here, piece by piece f** me? f** you What it is, what it do? I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82 Hollygrove where I'm from But we call that b**h The Zoo I ain't never trust a b**h Since she ate that forbidden fruit s**a free, s**a proof 50 shots, cut 'em loose Quarterback Weezy baby, shotgun, run and shoot Comin through Young'n do what young'n do - ball, baby At home fornicatin Homie by the phone waitin Goddamn I am A man Tha man Tha mu- Tha-f**- In- Pre-sident b**h [Hook] Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat Call yo click Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed Gotta lite one Dedication 2! Drama!