Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas...
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Okay
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[Verse 1]
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Maybe they don't know I'ma, O.E
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You just a king cobra straight
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No via satellite, it'd take more than a car battery to juice me
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Killa appetite, never catch me actin' right
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Smoke a two hundred sack a night, like an AK when I shoot these
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Please believe I pack it right, produce rapid stripes(?)
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They call me Randy Johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour
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...(?)
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Nigga you must be off that powder, I'm Spiderman
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Give me a blunt, pen, pad, and an hour, I'll make it shower
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My taliban, Siccmade Muzicc we keep it heated like Nascar (guess what)
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Plain and simple patna, fill up the clip and then blast ours
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Ain't no rippin shit, it's all S-I-double C, you trouble me
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I'm loco in the cabesa and I'm siccer than the rest-a
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I'll blow your chest up, he need an ambulance
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Two minutes left, he don't have a chance, not even half a chance
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Leave him with feces all in his pants when we pick him up
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I rip 'em up right out the dump truck 'cause I'm
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[Chorus]
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Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much you know you can
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He sports the tec's, any size
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You playin' him close he might blow your mind
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He's deep in the cut, heat all around
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Tryin' to find him he's no where to be found
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Okay, here comes the Spiderman
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(Here comes the Spiderman...)
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[Verse 2]
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I'm like (?) snipers, I ain't try'na brag, but here
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You need these numbers to this place that be makin' body bags
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I'm the kamikaze magnum while I'm draggin' um
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To the spot, gotta get the ...(?)
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Like roast beef, nigga I ain't supposed to beef
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But I love meat and I got Sacramento enemies, So I love heat
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Got a sack of indo green leaves and I'm 'bout to twist it
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So move with me nigga, quick shit patna, you 'bout to miss it
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Now I don't smoke with them busted browns(?), I clutch the pounds
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And if you fuck wid it I rub ya down
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With seventeen rounds, crack the everclear now
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Forever real now, spittin' at the whole crowd verbs and nouns
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And no felonies so I pack somethin' heavy
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I took the Chevy to the levy, two hundred and fifty pounds of red meat 'n feddy
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You got it twisted up like crazy Eddie ...(?)
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From two hundred and yards away I make ya head bleed steadily
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Bet I could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles 'n eat 'em
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These days that ain't shit, cut 'em and bleed 'em
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I seen worse shit, fuck em and feed em bloody spaghetti
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That Siccmade shit, cuddy get ready, bloody your Chevy interior quick
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Muddy your driveway, that's what I say
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Fuck it, you 'bout to die today
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Got a chopper in the hideaway, don't make me use it
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Off a half pipe(?) with the Ol' 8 English, don't make me lose it
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I'm cry baby locc, that's it
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I'm from the block where you learn at sixteen
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to load glocks, pack clips and smoke pot
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Slumpin' Tupac, 'Me Against The World' cuz it juice me
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I got episodes and episodes like Ricky and Lucy
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Drama shit, dead momma shit, don't give a fuck shit
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Rough shit, shut you up in the back of the truck shit
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Them gangsta bitches love this, they jack off to it
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I'm Spiderman, bitch ass nigga I thought you knew this
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[Chorus x2]
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Spydie's Birth
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Brotha Lynch Hung |