Lyrics:
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is
And yes it's in you if you spot it
If you looking deep enough
I know you really really got it, man
I said I got it, I really really got it
I know that you
in the spot till the day I fly
Got me spiritually motivated
I realize the pleasures of this earth so overrated
Like Marvin, it makes me wanna holla
rinse clean with it
I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot
I got blitzkrieg critics
They ain't wastin' no time
But I ain't wastin' no money,
you again
Tell me where you want to be again
I want a big house
More Lettuce and
More credit
Good life
The sweet life
I got to grab it
Chasing
Half a xan, or a quarter of a xan, but like
And like I dont even know what that shit really does to your body
Cause it's produced by a white man, so
Like
with a 380
I'm bluntin', pockets full of hundreds
Got my dick sucked by a couple lil' rat shit
And if you want my spot, that's all on a set, we get it
that can take your spot, my love
No
My love (alright it's time to get it JT)
My love (I don't know what she hesitatin' for man)
Shorty, cool
up high
When they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy
Trust me, you don't really wanna let the chance go by
'Cause you ain't been seen wit a man
of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it
Time to Rock out
Running it though the guitar rack
I got five finger death punch
That will give you all God smack
I am what I am just know that we
a, flight through the night
Build a, vibe with a dime by my side, alright
Who said raps dead? Had to keep it alive
They're like
How does he do it? They
When they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy
You don't really wanna let a chance go by
Because you ain't been seen wit a man so fly
Baby France
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
I ain't never ran never will how you feeling yo the fam know the fam know the deal
Hit the spot hit the spot just to celebrate let them hate
from the heart; the art of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick
spot
Make you hot
What you got?
Bring it back
Gimme top
Girl don’t stop
You can sit up on my lap
You can sit up on my face
Shawty grab her by the waist
that shit get licked off
Niggas swear they banging hard
But man these rappers been soft
Grizzy tell them how it is
I'm with the fire, been hot
We just
defeat you, see through you whole method
My name got props, rock more spots than leopard
I saw the mic, checked it, proceeded to spit
The heat was legit,
kitted and
When the squad up on the mountain know we gettin pitted
Boofin in the spot so we gettin Lifted man and you
Knowin we gon get it by the way
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