Pacman Da Gunman - Spin Again lyrics

[Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah Street sweeper, get 'em off, yeah ni**as hot 'til they not ni**as pop 'til they popped I got my ni**as with me, yeah Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah Throw signs, we really don't speak, no Trippin', get knocked off your feet, yeah [Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman] Spin again, get it in and do it all again (All again) Pop a pill and tell the Lord, "Forgive me for my sins" (My sins) Spin again and see a ten, ni**a, I'ma [?] Should we go and get the candles? sh*t, it all depends (All depends) Lightwork, we not on it but it's hard times (Hard times) Yeah, we make it look easy but it's hard work (Hard work) Walkin' with a [?] and I ain't crawl first (Crawl first) Ask Baby Long John, wе got the call first Drop everything, countin' quick, crеate me trouble Three opps, two shooters, that's a triple double ni**as trippin', I got dough, walkin' with a duffle When them ni**as playin' crazy, I'ma keep it subtle (Yeah) [Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah Street sweeper, get 'em off, yeah (Oh, yeah) ni**as hot 'til they not (Uh-huh) ni**as pop 'til they popped (They popped) I got my ni**as with me, yeah (Yeah-yeah) Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah (Oh, woah) Throw signs, we really don't speak, no (No, no) Trippin', get knocked off your feet, yeah [Verse 2: Pacman da Gunman] Look CEO ni**a with the business, I don't talk a lot Sold dope, the killers gunfights in the parking lot [?], kamikaze suit, down to fu*k 'em up Fifty shots, soundin' like the [?] but it's fu*kin' not Diddy bop, dawg, he was dancin' 'til he bled out (Bled out) Never se me stop the shells, now the feds out Lion heart, when it's time hunt, I'm a damn shark Demon time, ni**as try to run, shout out Ozark You ain't safe in this game that we playin', ni**a (Playin', ni**a) All respect when you speakin' on my name, ni**a (Name, ni**a) So watch your mouth when you sayin' what you sayin', ni**a Said your homies died, guess who sent 'em to the grave, ni**a? [Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah (Oh, woah) Street sweeper, get 'em off, yeah (Oh, yeah) ni**as hot 'til they not ('Til they not) ni**as pop 'til they popped ('Til they popped) I got my ni**as with me, yeah Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah Throw signs, we really don't speak, no Trippin', get knocked off your feet, yeah [Outro: Richard Fisher & Pacman da Gunman] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah This is dice playin' Street sweeper, get 'em off, yeah So don't come out here playin' like you ni**as untouchable, you hear me? ni**as hot 'til they not ni**as pop 'til they popped Let's not forget [?] got touched, fool I got my ni**as with me, yeah Them ni**as done killed Jesus Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah So all you ni**as that's poppin' it, like you untouchable Throw signs, we really don't speak, no [?] for real, for real Trippin', get knocked off your feet, yeah I'm a cold ni**a