Spitz Network

[Yukmouth]<br>Yuk that project nigga, I was forced to hustle<br>I was forced to tussle drugs slangin` that born to bubble<br>Nigga back and forth to court in trouble<br>Cuffed by the task force in trouble<br>I won a Porsche from the juggle<br>Pocket full of stones like Barney Rubble cursed by the devil<br>Birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezel<br>I hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto say<br>Yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways<br>My ghetto pays, three and four bricks a day<br>Pop Cris and play, the hardest representin` the Bay<br>I fuck free puffin` trees inside me luxury way<br>Y`all ain`t tellin` me shit I`m tryna fuck celebrity chicks<br>Yo rockin` a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty seven<br>Ya bitch nigga always said I`d be rich<br>The fans hit dead at the strip<br>I still get executive chips<br>Distribution deal executive shit<br>Yuk and Lynch what`s better than this<br>Let the veterans spit<br>Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip<br>Ya bitch rappers better step shit up<br>Call me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock the Lexus truck<br>Wit the Smoke-A-Lot logo gear<br>Get ya coastal on a promo<br>Yuk out of this world like Hans Solo<br>Rap-A-Lot mafioso cop birds from Acopolco<br>Real talk to mock vocals<br>Fuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds<br>They put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homos<br>And learn that the glock is no joke<br>And learn that the Blocc is no joke<br>Slang rocks and snort coke, we cook kis like gumbo drops<br>We chop O-Z`s to jumbo rocks, pay off Colombo cops<br>Beef with me the funk won`t stop<br>The gun expert let the tech burst the Spit Network<br><br>[Hook]<br>It`s the Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on<br>The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network<br><br>[Brotha Lynch]<br>Homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on you<br>Then I bail on you, somethin` smell on you you tell homie<br>I`m sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandy<br>And I`m hard like Chinese trigonometry you niggas can`t understand me<br>When I, go to plan C and shift gears like a five point O<br>Dick click, I`ma let one go, everybody get on the floor<br>I got that petrol my momma ain`t around and I can`t let go<br>And I`m bound to run up in a high speed butt naked and let the techs go<br>Bound to give my `ut two children and hit the nitro<br>Catch me on a summer night, bleedin` ya sector<br>Eat `em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the walls<br>meat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed her on the walls<br>beat up your dog with ease<br>Teflons and I`m so tired of bein` stepped on<br>And when I`m done with you niggas you`ll be so tired of bein` crept on<br>In blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all red<br>I`ll leave `em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead<br><br>Hook<br><br>[Cos]<br>You see I hops outta somethin` bout as old as me<br>And then I drops off somethin` or I pops off somethin`<br>While these hot dogs stuntin` I`m just playin` my part<br>Back streets fuck the frontin` I like to stay in the dark<br>I pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games start<br>Gimme a corner I got hustle I`ll be ballin` by dark<br>So fuck the feds and the NARCs they just slowin` me down<br>Cause I be paranoid now when I be rollin` around<br>But I`m shark off the water call me deep sea rider<br>Hop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by ya<br>Before ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside ya<br>With the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside ya<br>Flood ya nostrils wid ya head we make ya bleed like hoes<br>When we plug you up what follows make you freeze like poles<br>It ain`t nothin` `til ya partner`s got the greasy nose<br>Holdin` his tummy for weeks at a time livin` like old dudes<br>Ya see down in the alley sippin` on old brew<br>It`s the East levy in alligator and old school<br>Nikes lock the cops escape paper like it was owed to me<br>You bitches hoes to me, you`ll give the O`s to me<br>These streets are cold to me, it`s gettin` old to me<br>Now I drink straight out the bottle just like it`s sold to me<br>Now I don`t believe in tomorrow until it`s shown to me<br>I put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homie<br><br>Hook<br><br>[Brotha Lynch]<br>I`m bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebby<br>Shoot out ya little house on the prarie<br>Eat out ya raw insides if ya dare me<br>Open up ya heart like a Christian be aware of me<br>Fixin` niggas like a hysterectomy, you won`t get respect from me<br>Right up in ya chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid these<br>T-O-E`s cause I be offa these O-E`s<br>Handin` out these notes please like food stamps<br>I`m givin` niggas stomach cramps<br>You hear me and Yuk and C-O you start to panic<br>I`m a, manic depressive givin` motherfuckers chest lifts<br>Chuck niggas we the siccmade nemesis<br>Better respect this before I<br>Hit ya to fuck up wid that wet shit and<br>dope get ya neck flipped wrecked<br>To the ninety six you fall<br>Drippin` blood off my hand G that`s death<br>Without poverty jam straps in ya rib trust me<br>Better act right fuck a jack knife that night<br>Bullets`ll hit ya crib shootin` through cushions in ya livin` room<br>You won`t be livin` soon, it`s goin` in `em soon<br>Do the asshole to ya womb nigga<br>Ya like that don`t ya?, good, I`m right back dumpin<br>At that ass and I`m fast to flash<br>Cut you up like Grandmaster Flash<br>And I pass the ass, dumpin` lead toes action pad<br>And I bag the cash, you sit and wait for the Glad bags<br>and the aftermath, coroners come grab the bags and pack the truck<br>While I stack the bucks put you in the back of the truck nigga<br>That`s what`s up nigga<br><br>Hook