Spit Game

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Joseph Kente, and Paul Moore

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Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school or not, miss?
There aint no sorta
You droppin' seeds left and right
But aint got no water
Your ideal of a hot meal
Is making runs for the border
Always complain to ya girls
It at no real men left
Truth is, real men
Avoid you like their death
You got no assets
Except yo ass and yo chest
And once yo hair and nails did
You aint got no cash left
When you aint busy selling lies
You sell yo body for sex
Train tracks, running trains
Yelling who got next
You need to have a seat
And stop tryna wild out
You tryna get turnt up
And bout ta get turned out 
You just a hoodrat 
Tryna come up on some cheese
But all you get is the D
And scuff marks on ya knees

I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right and exact
So he can understand 
You can count on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on f*ck 
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know 
What's at stake
And that's them
Racks man
And ion just
Spit game
I spit facts man
So just relax man
I said relax man
And listen to the 
Track man

Hold up, young buck
Lemme spit some game
You chasin ass in deez streets
Like a moth to a flame
Pants saggin, stay braggin
Tryna build up a name
Flashin money on da Gram
Like some goddamn lame
You stay in and outta jail
Like a revolving door
After yo first misdemeanor 
You caught 4 more
You lil wanna be G
Lil fake ass thug
You and ya mans hug da block
When what you need is a hug
And wut ya lookin for
You aint gonna find in no drug
In deez streets catchin cases
Bout to catch you a slug
Ridin dirty in stolen cars 
Like that's the move
Shootin craps in da trap
Like you got sumthin to prove
Had the nerve to say you god
Like you 5 percent
How you a king when you cant
Een pay yo rent?
How you a king on a cot
In yo moms basement
Fuckin girls on dirty mattresses 
With no air vent

I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right and exact
So he can understand 
You can count on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on f*ck 
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know 
What's at stake
And that's them
Racks man
And ion just
Spit game
I spit facts man
So just relax man
I said relax man
And listen to the 
Track man

We all we got in this world
So respect each other
Take that man hand, sis
And walk wit dat brother
Bruh, protect yo sis
Let no man diss
Got snakes tryna tempt ya
Ya gotta resist
Focus on yo hood
Uplift yo fam
We had 12 tribes
And we gone link our clans
Execute our plans
Just like our enemies
It's time to take what we want
And f*ck saying please
F*ck yo stolen 40 acres
And f*ck yo lil mule
We can build our own communities 
And build our own schools 
Build our own hospitals
And cure our own sick
This shit bout to blow
I put the flame to the wick
Before i take cover
Make sure that bitch lit
Light a path for my people
By the game that i spit
We can do this shit together 
We can rule this Earth
As long as money come second 
And we come first

I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right and exact
So he can understand 
You can count on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on f*ck 
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know 
What's at stake
And that's them
Racks man
And ion just
Spit game
I spit facts man
So just relax man
I said relax man
And listen to the 
Track man

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