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[Yukmouth]Yuk that project nigga, I was forced to hustleI was forced to tussle drugs slangin` that born to bubbleNigga back and forth to court in troubleCuffed by the task force in troubleI won a Porsche from the jugglePocket full of stones like Barney Rubble cursed by the devilBirds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezelI hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto sayYuk so ghetto wid his ghetto waysMy ghetto pays, three and four bricks a dayPop Cris and play, the hardest representin` the BayI fuck free puffin` trees inside me luxury wayY`all ain`t tellin` me shit I`m tryna fuck celebrity chicksYo rockin` a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty sevenYa bitch nigga always said I`d be richThe fans hit dead at the stripI still get executive chipsDistribution deal executive shitYuk and Lynch what`s better than thisLet the veterans spitInfra red in the clip deaden ya lipYa bitch rappers better step shit upCall me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock the Lexus truckWit the Smoke-A-Lot logo gearGet ya coastal on a promoYuk out of this world like Hans SoloRap-A-Lot mafioso cop birds from AcopolcoReal talk to mock vocalsFuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holdsThey put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homosAnd learn that the glock is no jokeAnd learn that the Blocc is no jokeSlang rocks and snort coke, we cook kis like gumbo dropsWe chop O-Z`s to jumbo rocks, pay off Colombo copsBeef with me the funk won`t stopThe gun expert let the tech burst the Spit Network[Hook]It`s the Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come onThe Spitz Network, the Spitz Network[Brotha Lynch]Homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on youThen I bail on you, somethin` smell on you you tell homieI`m sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandyAnd I`m hard like Chinese trigonometry you niggas can`t understand meWhen I, go to plan C and shift gears like a five point ODick click, I`ma let one go, everybody get on the floorI got that petrol my momma ain`t around and I can`t let goAnd I`m bound to run up in a high speed butt naked and let the techs goBound to give my `ut two children and hit the nitroCatch me on a summer night, bleedin` ya sectorEat `em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the wallsmeat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed her on the wallsbeat up your dog with easeTeflons and I`m so tired of bein` stepped onAnd when I`m done with you niggas you`ll be so tired of bein` crept onIn blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all redI`ll leave `em all dead call me the hog head spit raw leadHook[Cos]You see I hops outta somethin` bout as old as meAnd then I drops off somethin` or I pops off somethin`While these hot dogs stuntin` I`m just playin` my partBack streets fuck the frontin` I like to stay in the darkI pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games startGimme a corner I got hustle I`ll be ballin` by darkSo fuck the feds and the NARCs they just slowin` me downCause I be paranoid now when I be rollin` aroundBut I`m shark off the water call me deep sea riderHop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by yaBefore ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside yaWith the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside yaFlood ya nostrils wid ya head we make ya bleed like hoesWhen we plug you up what follows make you freeze like polesIt ain`t nothin` `til ya partner`s got the greasy noseHoldin` his tummy for weeks at a time livin` like old dudesYa see down in the alley sippin` on old brewIt`s the East levy in alligator and old schoolNikes lock the cops escape paper like it was owed to meYou bitches hoes to me, you`ll give the O`s to meThese streets are cold to me, it`s gettin` old to meNow I drink straight out the bottle just like it`s sold to meNow I don`t believe in tomorrow until it`s shown to meI put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homieHook[Brotha Lynch]I`m bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebbyShoot out ya little house on the prarieEat out ya raw insides if ya dare meOpen up ya heart like a Christian be aware of meFixin` niggas like a hysterectomy, you won`t get respect from meRight up in ya chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid theseT-O-E`s cause I be offa these O-E`sHandin` out these notes please like food stampsI`m givin` niggas stomach crampsYou hear me and Yuk and C-O you start to panicI`m a, manic depressive givin` motherfuckers chest liftsChuck niggas we the siccmade nemesisBetter respect this before IHit ya to fuck up wid that wet shit anddope get ya neck flipped wreckedTo the ninety six you fallDrippin` blood off my hand G that`s deathWithout poverty jam straps in ya rib trust meBetter act right fuck a jack knife that nightBullets`ll hit ya crib shootin` through cushions in ya livin` roomYou won`t be livin` soon, it`s goin` in `em soonDo the asshole to ya womb niggaYa like that don`t ya?, good, I`m right back dumpinAt that ass and I`m fast to flashCut you up like Grandmaster FlashAnd I pass the ass, dumpin` lead toes action padAnd I bag the cash, you sit and wait for the Glad bagsand the aftermath, coroners come grab the bags and pack the truckWhile I stack the bucks put you in the back of the truck niggaThat`s what`s up niggaHook

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