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active - spinabenz lyrics

[intro]
go, go
he’s k!lling it
speakin’ on lil suge and sh*t
b*tch n*gga

[verse 1]
tiki died now it happened
look at how they caught lil’ bibby and ’em lackin’
look at how they caught tre d and they smoked him
bust lil [?] sh*t wide open
bronem slide, no jokin’
foolio b*tch n*gga everybody know it
sh*t he know it, sh*t she know it
his momma know too, she a part of the war
even [?] scored
you ain’t slide for her, you ain’t gon’ slide for your boys
[?] got stripes, i could live in a zoo
but the beef what we eat when we dinin’ of course
[?] get f*cked up the road and i know it
jb run like forrest, know it
i caught [?] lackin’ and i jumped out on him
and he fold like a napkin, of course (he did)
n*gga’s ain’t that, i’m an accurate source
i ain’t ever lie, i’m a fact spitter boy
[?] lil boy
pull up on a n*gga start hittin’ like a b*tch when she mad at a boy (come here, come here)
all these n*ggas be cap
when i shoot, i’ma hit him in his head
i’m a cap spinner boy (bah)
i’m a real shooter n*gga
i can shoot a needle in a haystack (bah)
get back before i blow it
i’m 7.62 no 5.56
run up on a n*gga, no drive*by b*tch
i ain’t rap beef, but they speakin’ on suge
i’ma show a f*ck n*gga how i pop my sh*t
pull out the stick
pop my sh*t
spray up the block, i’m ’bout my sh*t
suge on my chest, i don’t need no vest
just a glock*19 i’ma rock my sh*t
four*fifth block party [?] made you like my b*tch
three years later, still ain’t on sh*t
pistol homicide, still ain’t no kick (on god)
step on a n*gga if he speak on suge
make him meet lil’ suge ’cause i ain’t no b*tch
[?] in jail, but his ‘cuz look like him
if i blow the k at him, then his face gon’ switch
rondo a b*tch
and he went to jail right before a n*gga got to blow his face
i’m p*ssed
i’ll smoke his homeboy though, i ain’t picky
i don’t want the k ’cause the glock got fifty
still got the k but the glock my mistress
pull up to his house, gotta pay a lil’ visit
spinnin’ on a n*gga with the k leave him dizzy
i been on the block all day gettin’ busy (grrah, grrah)
[?] my brother gon’ peek from a distance
creep on a n*gga, completin’ a mission
drop me a b*tch like the beat when it’s endin’ (bah, bah)
pop me a perc and forget that i did it
she say “we f*cked,” i’m forgettin’ i hit it
phone at the house, but i ain’t leave the glizzy
i got a mop
these n*ggas slippin’
glock with a d*ck, thirty*three scotty pippen
treat my clip like drugs, flip it
and then i spray ’till this b*tch start cl!ckin’
speakin’ on suge, then your life need extension (suge)
speakin’ on suge, bring your life to an endin’ (bah)
[outro]
ay, somebody tell the n*gga foolio i’m lookin’ for him
i’m lookin’ for him, you heard me
somebody tell the n*gga charles i’m lookin’ for him
[?] lookin’ for him too
2.23’s, 5.56s
like [?] with that glizzy, n*gga
you know what’s up
n*gga’s ain’t come outside when it was bad, you heard?

- spinabenz lyrics

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