Brotha Lynch Hung - The Spyda lyrics

You could sleep if you wanna
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