(feat. Lil Wayne)
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[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne]
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Uhh, straight off the bat
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I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
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And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack 'em
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And snap back and battle my own shadow 'cause y'all wack
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And all that bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky
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Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies
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Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky
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We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
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Yes, I want you to come around here with that playin' boy
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I'll shoot this mutherfucker till I burn my hand boy
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Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
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This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
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I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile
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They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
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You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
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You suck dick, I suc-ceed
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Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
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So I'ma spit in ya face
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Kevin
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[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
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Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
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Ay yo oohh (ayy)
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Ay yo oo ohh
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(So I'ma spit in your face)
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Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
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Ay yo oohh (ayy)
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Ay yo oo ohh
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(So I'ma spit in your face)
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[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne]
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If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
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Bow ya home, how ya gon'
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Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
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Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground
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Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
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We are not from the same home boy
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My Nina Baker bring your joy
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I'll destroy who ya employ
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I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
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Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma Swisher man
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Eight in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
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Yeaah, You guys is bitches, little girls
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And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
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Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
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And I do whatever for the root of all evil
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Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal
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Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to Heaven
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Kevin!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne]
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And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am
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Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
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Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
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I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
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Let's just hope that you get it
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And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it
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Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
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Mr. Martian will hang yo' ass from the moon
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'Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon
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Turn your I.D. to a tomb
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Goons are us, the foods for us
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We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
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We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
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And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives
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Yeah
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So I'ma spit in your face
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Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeah
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[Chorus]
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Spit In Your Face
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| Kevin Rudolf |
