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