Talking shit not showing your face nineteen year old punk your a fucking disgrace you don't know us so back the fuck down go ahead a judge us
Born to lose that's what you are sitting there you're going far take a chance to prove yourself maybe someday you'll be something a waste of
for you and me, we will hold this, keep this for unity for unity you can't take this from us we won't give in Spit Your Fucking Teeth
Spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth (Gang Vocals)
Taking it back and that's a fact no one cares no one has your back we see through you no need to front i don't care i don't give a fuck (about
target is you, I shut ya lane down, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew to hype ya
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again
think I'll go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like
that? You got it like that Can I have it like that? You got it like that So, drop ya purse, and grab ya hips And act like ya tryin to get this money
baby This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth This is
barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill I shine so bright I blind ya Cross my crew, we'll find ya
had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth Heist pulling
you, I shut ya lane down Took ya spot, parked in it too, watchin' it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do? Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind
For your tongue if you just close your teeth I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch! Ayo Kim can spit
but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit
grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck
Can I have it like that? You got it like that Can I have it like that? You got it like that So, drop ya purse and grab ya hips And act like ya tryin
talk'n bullshit Mane u on dat bullshit(bullshit) I'm come'n gangsta mane (gangsta mane) all tha way 100 with it (100 with it) who spit it like I spit
