Spit Game (freestyle) Lyrics

Spit Game (freestyle) lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Fuck you.. yeah

Strictly rough copy (yeah yeah yeah
yeah)

Yo, yo yo yo yo



Fo'sho' nigga, I'm in this game and
it's all good

I've changed, I've not been the same, I came from a small
hood

I knew the first time I got sleepy on the job

I was greedy,
wait 'til you see me, I'm easy on the eyes

My father told me, "Stay where
the feelin is at"

From hell and back, I'm feelin that, that's why I rep 7
Mile

No, I don't live there nor was I raised there

It's where my
niggaz is at, where my niggaz is at

Each word fall down from the heavens,
I will reign

Keep a weapon and an alias pet to my real name

Probably
gotta get shot to sense that I feel pain

When it's beef I transform into
'Pac, like Lil' Zane

I'm street valuable cause of the lead in the
holster

('Nuff said!) When I post up, head on a poster

In the
kitchen with, bread in a toaster

Do you like EPMD did to the heads when
they broke up

Funk Flex - droppin bombs 'til he damage his thumbs

Have Clue goin ("HOOOOOO!") 'til he damage his lungs ("WEEEEE!")

Each
face you see on them bills is my brothers

'cept George, love you but, we
don't see each other much

I'm a dog, if I don't know you I don't FUCK
witchu

If I love you then I'm STUCK witchu - your blood is mines

Got Feds everywhere like, these are the guys

If, he's greater than me
then he's not alive

When it's war B-U-double-L-E-T's gotta fly

If,
he's not smellin me, he's gotta die (yeah)

Both pockets pokin like a
Jew

Nasty and hot when I'm open like a brew

Words spoken like a
true

You niggaz better show me a peace sign or somethin

I'll
murder-murder-murder-murder you like Esham or somethin-ac