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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Spydie`s Birth

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Yeah, I`m in the dark on these niggas... Okay[Verse 1]Maybe they don`t know I`ma, O.EYou just a king cobra straightNo via satellite, it`d take more than a car battery to juice meKilla appetite, never catch me actin` rightSmoke a two hundred sack a night, like an AK when I shoot thesePlease believe I pack it right, produce rapid stripes(?)They call me Randy Johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour...(?)Nigga you must be off that powder, I`m SpidermanGive me a blunt, pen, pad, and an hour, I`ll make it showerMy taliban, Siccmade Muzicc we keep it heated like Nascar (guess what)Plain and simple patna, fill up the clip and then blast oursAin`t no rippin shit, it`s all S-I-double C, you trouble meI`m loco in the cabesa and I`m siccer than the rest-aI`ll blow your chest up, he need an ambulanceTwo minutes left, he don`t have a chance, not even half a chanceLeave him with feces all in his pants when we pick him upI rip `em up right out the dump truck `cause I`m[Chorus]Spiderman, Spiderman, try`na see how much you know you canHe sports the tec`s, any sizeYou playin` him close he might blow your mindHe`s deep in the cut, heat all aroundTryin` to find him he`s no where to be foundOkay, here comes the Spiderman(Here comes the Spiderman...)[Verse 2]I`m like (?) snipers, I ain`t try`na brag, but hereYou need these numbers to this place that be makin` body bagsI`m the kamikaze magnum while I`m draggin` umTo the spot, gotta get the ...(?)Like roast beef, nigga I ain`t supposed to beefBut I love meat and I got Sacramento enemies, So I love heatGot a sack of indo green leaves and I`m `bout to twist itSo move with me nigga, quick shit patna, you `bout to miss itNow I don`t smoke with them busted browns(?), I clutch the poundsAnd if you fuck wid it I rub ya downWith seventeen rounds, crack the everclear nowForever real now, spittin` at the whole crowd verbs and nouns And no felonies so I pack somethin` heavyI took the Chevy to the levy, two hundred and fifty pounds of red meat `n feddyYou got it twisted up like crazy Eddie ...(?)From two hundred and yards away I make ya head bleed steadily[Chorus][Verse 3]Bet I could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles `n eat `emThese days that ain`t shit, cut `em and bleed `emI seen worse shit, fuck em and feed em bloody spaghettiThat Siccmade shit, cuddy get ready, bloody your Chevy interior quickMuddy your driveway, that`s what I say Fuck it, you `bout to die todayGot a chopper in the hideaway, don`t make me use itOff a half pipe(?) with the Ol` 8 English, don`t make me lose itI`m cry baby locc, that`s itI`m from the block where you learn at sixteento load glocks, pack clips and smoke potSlumpin` Tupac, `Me Against The World` cuz it juice meI got episodes and episodes like Ricky and LucyDrama shit, dead momma shit, don`t give a fuck shitRough shit, shut you up in the back of the truck shitThem gangsta bitches love this, they jack off to itI`m Spiderman, bitch ass nigga I thought you knew this[Chorus] x2

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