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Bulletproof

Spittin' Game Lyrics - Bulletproof

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Turk: 

Niggas steady getting chopped 

Losin they life behind stupid shit 

Ain't that a bitch 

Niggas, gettin' they wig split 

And it's a shame 

Killin' has became a fame 

I cannot see my brains layin 

On the ground 

I keep my 9 on my waistline 

Chop 'em down 

Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around 

and, it's t-shirt land 

when niggas ain't playin' 

Got a chrome glock got it cocked 

Red dot on yo' knot 

As I pop 

Nonstop 

Till you drop 

Pronounced dead 

On the spot 

It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block 

A nigga, from BlackConnect 

Will leave ya wet 

Fa' sho yo' face is on the next 

If ya disrespect 

I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it 

Hollow points bullets racin' it 

Niggas ain't makin' it 

When I bust 

Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust 

If you bust, when I spray 

Head for shelter 

10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya 

A lot of punk niggas try to play hard 

Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue 

Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. 

 

Bullet Proof: 

16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope 

Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero 

50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat 

I'm a Hot Boy to the police 

And I'm a thug on the street 

Yeah I score from Slim and B 

10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves 

Goin' for 2 G's 

UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet 

Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check 

Big body on broaders, that's all I know 

Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor 

Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards 

10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece 

4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18 

Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green 

Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies 

I get my ki's, from my uncle KC 

He's a Magnolia soldier 

Be in 10 in Angola 

Shoot out in that 'Nolia 

Knock ya head off ya shoulders 

 

Juvenile: 

I ain't about no playin 

When I'm comin' get out the way 

Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway 

Head straight back to the hot block 

Flight in a half 

If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half 

UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted 

Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger 

Or a 6 shooter 

On Tuesdays and Thursdays 

You better watch for the sweep 

Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street 

I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people 

Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store 

Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power 

Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers 

Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me 

I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too 

Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains 

Now send ya people 

To the TC and we gon' hurt 'em 

I'm seein' niggas 

Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens 

I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends 

Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow 

Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe 

Ya think I'm playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can 

Hook me up I don't have time for no games 

Look here I stompin in this bitch 

I'm chompin' a new fit 

I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick 

Look at what ya facin partner 

A whole nation 

Of niggas that's mind damaged 

Out here paper chasin' 

With that iron I'ma roll wit em 

Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga 

They got a place for me 

 

Lil Wayne: 

See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands 

Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin' 

Uptown streets is where all my ends meet 

Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny 

I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call 

See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small 

But don't let that fool ya 

Money rules everything around me 

Creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me 

I ain't hear for a lil 

I want the whole damn spot 

I cock my glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top 

Nigga be runnin' with money 

Things you doin' I done done it 

9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin 

Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser 

Infrared fled big bread money maker 

Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper 

Big ballin' life taker for big caker 

Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin 

Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin' 

Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up 

But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff 

Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own 

See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome 

Roam to the top, slip up and get buck 

Get out my way, fo' I spray 

I'm tryin' to live up 

 

B.G.: 

Young thugger, baby gangsta 

Thug or get popped 

Off top 

Aim my pistol straight for head shots 

I release the safety, if ya chase me 

Best waste me 

Don't hunt bitch down in ya way 

Or ya make me 

Reverse the game and wax that ass 

Stop you from playin' 

I clear yo block on that ass 

Nigga wonder why I stress 

Uptowns the place 

It's the best 

We got weapons that'll go through ya vest 

Get left wet 

Disrespect it's beef fo sho 

Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio 

You got coke, and don't wanna go broke 

VL it 

'cause around me bitch I'm doin bad ya can't sell it 

B.G. terrorize 

4 niggas ya dig 

Bitch niggas get split 

If you got change on ya wig 

I'll take the hit 

Real fast and quick 

226 my clique Cash Money the shit 

Project heroes 

Bout 6 zeroes 

Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos 

Unload reload 

If ya ball you fall 

If I jack you I don't want half I want all 

Stand tall for mine 

Nuts hang I'm real 

My skills outstandin' 

Kill or be killed 

Niggas out to give me the blues 

Let 'em kill me, I refuse 

I'm down for killing 

But the one of I was accused 

I leave ya funky 

I put my trunk-y 

Hair by a monkey 

So what ya self 'cause I'm down to act a donkey 

In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep 

Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB 

Bitch