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Текст песни U-God f Autumn Rue, INF-Black, Letha Fac - Spit Game

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[Intro: Autumn Rue]Spit game..Spit game..Game..Game..[U-God]I do the damn thing, toast the champagneIt`s the Lord of the Rings, move in full swingNigga, fan the flames, expand my wingsPlus my vocal range, I shoot to maneCall me Kurt Cobain, baptized in the flameCapsized in the game, nigga, say the nameAnd I bang you out, with the Gang Land violenceAnd it`s New York`s finest, you`ve been ordainedWith the deadly aim, don`t think I won`t shoot yaGot more positions than the Karma Sutra, bitchCall me Super, with the German lugerWith the funky dope mauneuver, pass me the rude boyStainless steel toy, comin` to killjoyThe real mccoy`s is coming to beat itThe best kept secret, shake the ground descendKick the door open when I release the bitch[Chorus: Autumn Rue (male singer)]Spit game (and they like it)Spit game (when you have no vest)Game (walking down the avenue)Game (always coppin` somethin` new)[INF-Black]What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggazNiggaz that get pussy, and niggaz that just pussyHold it down, all the time, I ain`t gotta spend a dimeBust a cherry, and we dine, cuz fine, I pop wineAnd I ain`t got game, mami, I drop jewels and pack ninesI`m still the same homey from `89, so speak your mindNow I`m on my grind, from sun down to sunshineSee you went blind for a minute, now I ain`t got timeCatch me spit a line, I don`t know, I gotta think about itGotta cut these vines `fore these snakes`ll try to penetrate meSing about (right), I`m takin` the whole cakeNow I`m push and be up out it, feed the whole Tri state[Chorus][Letha Face]Now ain`t that a damn shame, the way I spit gameI could talk my way out of some beefAnd that`ll buy me some time to run and get the pieceThen come back with the heat and bury you in the streetsSweet with the gift of gab, when I lift the mag`I put you in the right place, you Will & Grace fagThe ex` type spizz off, when it chase the Jag`Somebody lace the bag, now there`s dust in my dutchYo Dutch, roll up, wait a minute, hold upThese cats are frontin` the cut, let`s open his stomach upSo what? I don`t care if you don`t like me, you don`t excite meI`ll have vets murder you in broad daylight, gSheisty`s your middle name, I bang you little lamesRapid shots riddle your frame, your head piece hangsSame shit but different day, now the pistol`s aimedAt your heart, squeeze off then break you apart[Chorus][Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)]They`re the kind of niggaz everybody knows (everybody knows)They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe)They`re the rolling stones, the Al Capones (watch it when we coming down)They`re the Romeos, they hit you then they gone, ooh, yeah[Chorus]

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