them niggas is gonas. don't make me eat this microphone up
cut ya cojones. roll on you like daytona
let em think what they wanna. but they they say if they wanna
they know i'm the hunta
killa!
with the nine milla them graveyards gon fill up. if i gotta get my skrill about heatin your ville up. i'm still livin' rough
blue dickies and chucks. and i got the ese homies that'll give me the stuff. then i run up in ya hut
i'm a mothafuckin' nut. nigga that love to tuck the stuff
use it when times get rough. usually when times get rough shit i start the thinkin'. if you wanna test the spitz betta start the thinkin'. better spark the engine
fool i'm fast and furious. and you niggas is bitches be on them thirty day periods. psssss spyda man
i can make you niggas follow me like a pied piper can. ya you betta think about it 'fo yo body stink about it. siccmade
we do you like cable we reroute it. just read about it
first you see the power lodged in the gun powder. just gimme just one hour and ya done daughter. just give me the four fiva and i'm goin' rida. dj epic scratchin' it up like a tiga. i spit fire like a big lighter
i'm raw tighter
come and getchya nuts fried up. tha spyda
you can leak if you wanna speak on a nigga
we can take it to the back
i put a g on a nigga. house to whole house
put a lean on a nigga. lean out the chevy machines
black with heavy with impact
deadly rhymes to wear
time for bed
two in the head. i spit ya till i'm blue in the head. ya doin' the death dance and i'm runnin' off with red hands. i was too close but don't worry
east coast. i got it poppin' the most and i probably go the hottest spot on the coast
spyda man locc. supply the man dope shit
and i hit him with the fo fifth if he blow shit. cuz you know shit get drastic
bodies wrapped in plastic. masarati get blasted
kamikaze ta-tactics. that's how it goes
shit. psss i'm outta here smooth as lotion. tha spyda