Текст (слова) песни: Hot Boys f Bullet Proof - Spittin` Game

Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out.

Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain`t that a bitch
Niggas, gettin` they wig split
And it`s a shame
Killin` has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop `em down
Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around
and, it`s t-shirt land
when niggas ain`t playin`
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo` knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It`s a tragedy when I spin` yo fuckin` block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa` sho yo` face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain`t fakin` it, yo` life I`m takin` it
Hollow points bullets racin` it
Niggas ain`t makin` it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can`t trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo` face on a fresh tee sendin` that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don`t, that`s all on you.

Bullet Proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin` ki`s in the all black Camero
50 G`s on the seat, layin` next to my heat
I`m a Hot Boy to the police
And I`m a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG`s, 36 oz`s formed the halves
Goin` for 2 G`s
UPT connect, bout stackin`, leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that`s all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G`s a ki, 36 o`s a piece
4 and a half, 2 G`s, but I`ll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin` and green
Flippin` hundreds to G`s, hoopties, to benzies
I get my ki`s, from my uncle KC
He`s a Magnolia soldier
Be in 10 in Angola
Shoot out in that `Nolia
Knock ya head off ya shoulders

Juvenile:
I ain`t about no playin
When I`m comin` get out the way
Gun play, bussin` a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in a half
If I`m out there bad I might cut you in half
UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look I`m a looter, holdin` the Ruger
Or a 6 shooter
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon` act a ass if you get caught in the street
I`m layin off in some room by my bitch duckin` them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
Do it like it`s legal, I heard heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin` for me
I`m on top of the roof with a chopper watchin` em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now send ya people
To the TC and we gon` hurt `em
I`m seein` niggas
Shootin like that heavy on `bauds and tens
I`m in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends
Park `round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain`t the night show, lay it down hoe
Ya think I`m playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can
Hook me up I don`t have time for no games
Look here I stompin in this bitch
I`m chompin` a new fit
I`m bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
Look at what ya facin partner
A whole nation
Of niggas that`s mind damaged
Out here paper chasin`
With that iron I`ma roll wit em
Mama don`t pray for me I don`t back down from no nigga
They got a place for me

Lil Wayne:
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin` to rain clout and third ward public housin`
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 G tryin` to see my destiny
I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call
See I`m livin` real large eventhough I`m real small
But don`t let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin up silent behind ya that`s where ya find me
I ain`t hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin` with money
Things you doin` I done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin` chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin` life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin` big bankin
Bust `em ???? em, left stankin` ship sankin`
Ain`t no such thing like see another nigga come up
But if I don`t know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way, fo` I spray
I`m tryin` to live up

B.G.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release the safety, if ya chase me
Best waste me
Don`t hunt bitch down in ya way
Or ya make me
Reverse the game and wax that ass
Stop you from playin`
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It`s the best
We got weapons that`ll go through ya vest
Get left wet
Disrespect it`s beef fo sho
Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio
You got coke, and don`t wanna go broke
VL it
Cuz around me bitch I`m doin bad ya can`t sell it
B.G. terrorize
4 niggas ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I`ll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin` records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
If I jack you I don`t want half I want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang I`m real
My skills outstandin`
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me the blues
Let `em kill me, I refuse
I`m down for killing
But the one of I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I`m down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if ya playin` wit a QB
Bitch

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Turk: Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain`t that a bitch Niggas, gettin` they wig split And it`s a shame Killin` has became a fame I cannot see my brains layin On the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline Chop `em down Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around and, it`s t-shirt land when niggas ain`t playin` Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo` knot As I pop Nonstop Till you drop Pronounced dead On the spot It`s a tragedy when I spin` yo fuckin` block A nigga, from BlackConnect Will leave ya wet Fa` sho yo` face is on the next If ya disrespect I ain`t fakin` it, yo` life I`m takin` it Hollow points bullets racin` it Niggas ain`t makin` it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can`t trust If you bust, when I spray Head for shelter 10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya A lot of punk niggas try to play hard Put yo` face on a fresh tee sendin` that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don`t, that`s all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope Transportin` ki`s in the all black Camero 50 G`s on the seat, layin` next to my heat I`m a Hot Boy to the police And I`m a thug on the street Yeah I score from Slim and B 10 a ki, real OG`s, 36 oz`s formed the halves Goin` for 2 G`s UPT connect, bout stackin`, leave ya wet Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check Big body on broaders, that`s all I know Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards 10 G`s a ki, 36 o`s a piece 4 and a half, 2 G`s, but I`ll take 18 Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin` and green Flippin` hundreds to G`s, hoopties, to benzies I get my ki`s, from my uncle KC He`s a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot out in that `Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders Juvenile: I ain`t about no playin When I`m comin` get out the way Gun play, bussin` a nigga ass on the runway Head straight back to the hot block Flight in a half If I`m out there bad I might cut you in half UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted Look I`m a looter, holdin` the Ruger Or a 6 shooter On Tuesdays and Thursdays You better watch for the sweep Look them people gon` act a ass if you get caught in the street I`m layin off in some room by my bitch duckin` them people Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store Do it like it`s legal, I heard heads in power Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin` for me I`m on top of the roof with a chopper watchin` em too Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains Now send ya people To the TC and we gon` hurt `em I`m seein` niggas Shootin like that heavy on `bauds and tens I`m in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends Park `round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow Look bitch this ain`t the night show, lay it down hoe Ya think I`m playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can Hook me up I don`t have time for no games Look here I stompin in this bitch I`m chompin` a new fit I`m bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick Look at what ya facin partner A whole nation Of niggas that`s mind damaged Out here paper chasin` With that iron I`ma roll wit em Mama don`t pray for me I don`t back down from no nigga They got a place for me Lil Wayne: See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands Tryin` to rain clout and third ward public housin` Uptown streets is where all my ends meet Give me 9 9 G tryin` to see my destiny I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call See I`m livin` real large eventhough I`m real small But don`t let that fool ya Money rules everything around me Creepin up silent behind ya that`s where ya find me I ain`t hear for a lil I want the whole damn spot I cock my glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top Nigga be runnin` with money Things you doin` I done done it 9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin Slugs hummin` chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser Infrared fled big bread money maker Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper Big ballin` life taker for big caker Ben Franklin, bank televancin` big bankin Bust `em ???? em, left stankin` ship sankin` Ain`t no such thing like see another nigga come up But if I don`t know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome Roam to the top, slip up and get buck Get out my way, fo` I spray I`m tryin` to live up B.G.: Young thugger, baby gangsta Thug or get popped Off top Aim my pistol straight for head shots I release the safety, if ya chase me Best waste me Don`t hunt bitch down in ya way Or ya make me Reverse the game and wax that ass Stop you from playin` I clear yo block on that ass Nigga wonder why I stress Uptowns the place It`s the best We got weapons that`ll go through ya vest Get left wet Disrespect it`s beef fo sho Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio You got coke, and don`t wanna go broke VL it Cuz around me bitch I`m doin bad ya can`t sell it B.G. terrorize 4 niggas ya dig Bitch niggas get split If you got change on ya wig I`ll take the hit Real fast and quick 226 my clique Cash Money the shit Project heroes Bout 6 zeroes Makin` records is the front we got 10 kilos Unload reload If ya ball you fall If I jack you I don`t want half I want all Stand tall for mine Nuts hang I`m real My skills outstandin` Kill or be killed Niggas out to give me the blues Let `em kill me, I refuse I`m down for killing But the one of I was accused I leave ya funky I put my trunk-y Hair by a monkey So what ya self cuz I`m down to act a donkey In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep Put ya sleep if ya playin` wit a QB Bitch Нравится песня? 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