Spit Game
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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