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brotha lynch hung – spydie’s birth lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
i’m in the dark on these n-ggas
okay

[verse 1]
maybe they don’t know i’ma go ape
you just a king cobra straight
no via satellite, it’d take more than a car battery to juice me
k!lla appet-te, 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 strikes
they call me randy johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour
spit [?]
n-gga 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 partner, fill up the clip and then blast ours
ain’t no rippin’ sh-t, 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

[verse 2]
i’m like the beltway snipers, i ain’t tryna brag, but here
you need these numbers to this place that be makin’ body bags
i’m the kamikaze magnum while i’m draggin’ ’em
to the spot, gotta get to really have at ’em
like roast beef, n-gga 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 n-gga, quick sh-t partner, you ’bout to miss it
now i don’t smoke with them buster browns, i clutch the pounds
and if you f-ck with 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 and feddy
you got it twisted up like crazy eddie [?]
from two hundred and yards away i make ya head bleed steadily

[verse 3]
bet i could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles and eat ’em
these days that ain’t sh-t, cut ’em and bleed ’em
i seen worse sh-t, f-ck ’em and feed ’em, bl–dy spaghetti
that siccmade sh-t, cuddy get ready, bl–dy your chevy interior quick
muddy your driveway, that’s what i say
f-ck it, you ’bout to die today
got a chopper in the hideaway, don’t make me use it
off a half pint with the olde 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’ 2pac, “me against the world” ’cause it juice me
i got episodes and episodes like ricky and lucy
drama sh-t, dead momma sh-t, don’t give a f-ck sh-t
rough sh-t, shut you up in the back of the truck sh-t
them gangsta b-tches love this, they jack off to it
i’m spiderman, b-tch -ss n-gga i thought you knew this

[chorus]
spiderman, spiderman
tryin’ to see him but you know you can’t
he sports the tecs in his sides
you playin’ him close he might blow your mind
he’s deep in the cut, heat all around
you tryin’ to find him he’s nowhere to be found
okay, here comes the spiderman
spiderman, spiderman
tryin’ to see him but you know you can’t
he sports the tecs in his sides
you playin’ him close he might blow your mind
he’s deep in the cut, heat all around
you tryin’ to find him he’s nowhere to be found
okay, here comes the spiderman
here comes the spiderman

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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