Talking shit not showing your face nineteen year old punk your a fucking disgrace you don't know us so back the fuck down go ahead a judge us
Born to lose that's what you are sitting there you're going far take a chance to prove yourself maybe someday you'll be something a waste of
for you and me, we will hold this, keep this for unity for unity you can't take this from us we won't give in Spit Your Fucking Teeth
Spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth (Gang Vocals)
Taking it back and that's a fact no one cares no one has your back we see through you no need to front i don't care i don't give a fuck (about
six shit Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the
and a major Tore off half of your leg and the blast only graze ya Don't gamble with your life cause Detroit niggaz will fade ya Got fans all over the
The target is you, I shut ya lane down, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew to hype ya
I do best Spit shit You know me and Drag fit tight But that goes without sayin See you stallin on the floor What you standin for? Scared thug, can't enjoy ya
Saturday I heard the phone ring, ding, ding Who this? 'Vine yo.. Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks, It was the same who our niggas teeth up Sent
pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee
: Alley cats hoes mane Strictly entertainment(strictly entertainment) For all my street bitches out there(all my street bitches) Real spit(real spit) [
im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya mass murders natural born killas im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya This aint
stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back or I'ma hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck
right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause
Thunda Im The Reason Niggas Weavin This The Heevlin From Unda Get Ya Vest Get Ya Gat (Gat) Get Ya Weapons And Pack (Pack) Get Ya Tech And Ya Mack (Mack) Ya
So Outta Here Baby... And Me Im Mr Weezy Baby...Yea Im So Bright Not Shady, My Teeth And My Ice So White Like Shady, Ice In My Teeth So Refridgerated
