Brotha Lynch Hung - Spydie's Birth lyrics

Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas
Okay

Maybe they don't know I'm a, go ape
You just a king cobra straight
No via satellite
It'd take more than a car
Battery to juice me
Killa appetite, never catch me actin' right
Smoke a two hundred sack a night
Like an AK when I shoot these
Please believe I pack it right
Produce rapid strikes
They call me Randy Johnson
Hundred and twenty miles an hour
Spit enough, hit em up, get off the power
Nigga you must be off that powder
I'm Spiderman
Give me a blunt
Pen, pad, and an hour, I'll make it shower
My taliban
Siccmade Muzicc we keep it heated like Nascar
(guess what)
Plain and simple patna
Fill up the clip and then blast ours
Ain't no rippin shit
It's all S-I-double C, you trouble me
I'm loco in the cabesa and
I'm siccer than the rest-a
I'll blow your chest up
He need an ambulance
Two minutes left
He don't have a chance
Not even half a chance
Leave him with feces all in his
Pants when we pick him up
I rip 'em up right out
The dump truck 'cause I'm

Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much
You know you can
He sports the tec's, any size
You playin' him close he
Might blow your mind
He's deep in the cut, heat all around
Tryin' to find him he's no
Where to be found
Okay, here comes the Spiderman
(Here comes the Spiderman...)

I'm like beltway snipers
I ain't try'na brag, but here
You need these numbers to this place
That be makin' body bags
I'm the kamikaze magnum while
I'm draggin' um
To the spot, gotta get to really have at em
Like roast beef
Nigga I ain't supposed to beef
But I love meat and I got Sacramento enemies
So I love heat
Got a sack of indo green leaves
And I'm 'bout to twist it
So move with me nigga
Quick shit patna, you 'bout to miss it
Now I don't smoke with them busta browns
I clutch the pounds
And if you fuck wid it I rub ya down
With seventeen rounds
Crack the everclear now
Forever real now
Spittin' at the whole crowd verbs and nouns
And no felonies so I pack somethin' heavy
I took the Chevy to the levy
Two hundred and fifty pounds of
Red meat 'n feddy
You got it twisted up like crazy Eddie
The 80s
From two hundred and yards away I
Make ya head bleed steadily

Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much
You know you can
He sports the tec's, any size
You playin' him close he
Might blow your mind
He's deep in the cut, heat all around
Tryin' to find him he's no
Where to be found
Okay, here comes the Spiderman
(Here comes the Spiderman...)

Bet I could teach ya how to dissect
Your stomach muscles 'n eat 'em
These days that ain't shit
Cut 'em and bleed 'em
I seen worse shit
Fuck em and feed em bloody spaghetti
That Siccmade shit
Cuddy get ready
Bloody your Chevy interior quick
Muddy your driveway, that's what I say
Fuck it, you 'bout to die today
Got a chopper in the hideaway
Don't make me use it
Off a half pint with the Ol' 8 English
Don't make me lose it
I'm cry baby locc, that's it
I'm from the block where
You learn at sixteen
To load glocks, pack clips and smoke pot
Slumpin' Tupac
'Me Against The World' cause it juice me
I got episodes and episodes
Like Ricky and Lucy
Drama shit
Dead momma shit, don't give a fuck shit
Rough shit
Shut you up in the back of the truck shit
Them gangsta bitches love this
They jack off to it
I'm Spiderman
Bitch ass nigga I thought you knew it

Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much
You know you can
He sports the tec's, any size
You playin' him close he
Might blow your mind
He's deep in the cut, heat all around
Tryin' to find him he's no
Where to be found
Okay, here comes the Spiderman
(Here comes the Spiderman...)