The Spyda lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

You could sleep if you wanna, them niggas is goners

Don't make me eat this microphone up, cut ya cojones

Roll on you like Daytona, let em think what they wanna

But they [?] they say if they wanna, they know I'm the hunter, killer!

With the nine milla them graveyards gon' fill up

If I gotta get my skrill about heating your ville up

I'm still livin' rough, blue dickies and chucks

And I got the Ese homies that'll give me the stuff

Then I run up in ya hut, I'm a mothafuckin' nut

Nigga that love to tuck the stuff, use it when times get rough

Usually when times get rough shit I start the thinkin'

If you wanna test the spitz better start the thinkin'

Better spark the engine, fool I'm fast and furious

And you niggas is bitches be on them thirty day periods

Psst Spider-Man, I can make you niggas follow me like a pied piper can

Ya you better think about it 'fore yo body stink about it

Siccmade, we do you like cable we reroute it

Just read about it, first you see the power lodged in the gun powder

Just gimme just one hour and ya done daughter

Just give me the four fiver and I'm goin' rider

DJ epic scratchin' it up like a tiger

I spit fire like a big lighter, I'm raw tighter, come and get your nuts fried up

The Spyda

You can leak if you wanna speak on a nigga

We can take it to the back, I put a G on a nigga

House to whole house, put a lean on a nigga

Lean out the Chevy machines, black with heavy with impact

Deadly rhymes to wear, time for bed, two in the head

I spit ya 'til I'm blue in the head

Ya doin' the death dance and I'm runnin' off with red hands

I was too close but don't worry, east coast

I got it poppin' the most and I probably got the hottest spot on the coast

Spyda man locc

Supply the man dope shit, and I hit him with the for fifth if he blow shit

'Cause you know shit get drastic, bodies wrapped in plastic

Maserati get blasted, kamikaze ta-tactics

That's how it goes, shit. Psst I'm outta here smooth as lotion

The Spyda