Search results for 'spit the dummy'

good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr

'bout to spit this dummy
But funkers told me to kick back
I like revenge, retaliation, and get back
Nigga got more bars than Kit-Kat
Get smacked like Katt

a dummy
Spit the fear, out my tummy
Play pretend, just to cut me
Oh, oh
Just to cut me

Chew me up, like a dummy
Spit the fear, out my tummy
Play pretend,

Selfish Son

Bloc Party

I Still Remember, Pt. 2

2007

cruel, I can be cruel
To you, my love

Typical me, typical me brother
Spit the dummy
Typical me, typical me brother
The grass is always green

This city is

a paraliddic weapon I canardly miss
Gonna gidda bricks anudder everlasting kiss
Hadda spit the dummy do a Jaws of Life job
Hadda leave a big impression onna

like my fuckin existence
cause I never met pops and my mother was sinner 
Since 1995 I've been king of the dreamers 
I can spit a dummy like how you mean

bout them moves 
Ransom for ya chick that Odelay bull so rude 
Y'all know the mood 
Once she heard me spit the dummy got confused 
The birds is for

Lemonade
Never serve it straight
But we can taste the blame

You say its wicked, but then you buy a ticket
Spit the dummy when they say you're not believable

So many lies
So many tears
Should be a crime
To waste so many years
You've seen me spit the dummy
But you just thought the whole thing funny
You

a standout since everyone i know's gonna spit the dummy
Why do you think this is funny
Is it because you don't have the
People round you and time to watch

burners spit like lungies, dummies

Still nuttin' pop but the shells

These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel

A gun runner nigga

Deadly Zone [Street]

Mobb Deep

Deadly Zone

1998

burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nothin' pop but the shells
These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga

Deadly Zone

Mobb Deep

Blade [Original Soundtrack]

1998

lettin off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, something you

Deadly Zone

Bounty Killer

Champion Sound, Vol. 1

2002

burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nothin' pop but the shells
These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga

lettin off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, something you

Tell Dat Ta Dummies

Andre Nickatina

Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2

then just miss me spit them lies Ta Dummies
I'm genuine medicine, practice on my ettiquite
Represent the president Edison, feel to the elements (huh)

you've talk shit
I put a knife on my veins and i cut my wrist
NO
It was only a dream, Fuck It, Drop It
I'm About To Spit It All On You Dummy
I'm About

in my tummy
Man this how you feel
When you've eaten a gummy
When I hop on the beat
Imma spit like a dummy
BOL drip is the use for my money
They know

try to stop us, but they spit dummy rounds
Bear trap gets set, step unto the hunting grounds
A mic jack, we poke ya
Thrust through apparel, disrepectin'

for the drama now
Promise I'm really just here for the money now
Hop in the booth when I spit shit go dummy now
Life was a joke but that shit ain't too

suppose to be fucking With
This some serious shit this the Realist spit
I know dummies that go slap they Bitch
And say they prayers to the church
Yeah i am

we doin that
Hoppin inna foreign whip I'm lil raffe
Get up with that money quick imma chase that
Sippin' lean make me dummy sick spit that
They be

We Different

Ja Rule

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

with money to get, honies to hit
Rugars and dummies to spit, leavin you mummy to stiff
I'm one that'll flip, breakin the law chasin the raw
Beat you

these tracks every bar be a pack for the punani
I don't need nothing but hustle and grit when it comes to the spit I go too dummy
She want a star
I told