Spit Your Game lyrics

Song information

Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Duets: The Final Chapter

Lyrics

(Feat. twista, krayzie bone,8 ball & mjg
Notorious..

[B.i.g.]

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Passthat weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

[B.i.g. - verse]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Ya'll niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if u knew wut this game would do 2 u
Bin in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've bin through
So called beef with u know who, fucked a few female stars or two
Then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
Dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
No asperation to quit da game
Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass dat weed l gotta light one
All them niggas l gotta fight one
All them hoes l gotta like one
Our situation is a tight one
What u wanna do? fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

[Twista]
Nigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust
Don't too many niggas wanna start wit us, got big guns in the cars wit us
Bust at any muther fucka actin hard wit us
Don't really wanna show u wut a g.i.b., I rather be sippin remy in the v.i.p.
When u hear the music it'll be by me, twista with the legendary nigga b.i.g.
Brooklyn and k-town, when u checkin' out the flow, u know its gonna rain with persistence
2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence
Lets get it crackin' I love to bust flows, hit it from the back cus I love to buck hoes
Spit it for the city I love chi-ca-go, cali-coes buck, I love to bust those
You think you can spit on the mic like you biggie and flow just as steady as i, shit is real u know u love him, u ain't got "ready to die"
"Life after death", give to you, however u want it nigga,that a day after, give it to ya, however u want it nigga
Cus the shit is giddie, so I carry big heat, screamin' come 'n' get me
Twista and biggie on the swizz beat
3 mils I love to make 1, all these cars I love to ride 1
All these hoes I love to cut 1
A tribute to big I love to bust 1

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Passthat weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

[Krayzie bone]
In the middle of an hour, bring niggas more drama than they baby mamas, nigga wanna battle, i'ma bomb ya
One man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta
Niggas always ready for the war, they don't really wanna see a nigga tho
We can hit 'em, in a minute, then be finished with 'em
Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sicko flow
Doin' it wit swizz, oh no!, u niggaz is jus tro-ou-ble
Somebody better call po-po, its gonna be murder when I get to servin em' verbally (yeah)
And niggas ya'll heard of me, brick city killa, nigga word to me
And i'm classic like bird and magic, with a tactic to snatch his rep back, and stack some platinum
And double on 'em at random, with the bullets I brand 'em
Feelin' to hold the game ransom
Runnin up in your mansion, cash demandin, flashin cannons, niggas ain't ready for this one
Cuz i'm on a mission to get even better believe it, i'm heavily heated
Its easy to see it, if you tryin see me, let that be the reason

[B.i.g. - chorus]

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

[8 ball]
Damon dash shoulda did ultimate hustler about me
I'm a little bit of scarface, pac, and b.i.g
Call me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner
If you ask about who run the south, I'm somethin' like the owner (bad boy! ask about me!)
Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz to touch the mic
Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (bad boy! bad boy!)
At the hotel wit a couple of banks, gettin' right
Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit

[Mjg]
Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho
Mjg's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head
Make a move and you dead! tryin' to prove you ain' scared
Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat
Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street!

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one
Passthat weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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