Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Armed and dangerous,

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

You've got that power over me, my my Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes The only one I know, the only one on my mind You've got that power over me Call and I'll rush out All out of breath now You've got that power over me (my my) Got that power

And after all that training With something we could no longer contain I don't endorse that (slammed in my face) I didn't want this And that's my sister It was handsome at the auction Oh but when we got it home It grew up into Something we could no longer

I don't recall at all There's nothing, there's nothing there And I don't understand why I've forgotten everything about you 'Til someone says your name I've forgotten all the reasons I loved you 'Til someone tells me that you rang 'I get along without

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know

She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie I want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

Call me baby, baby I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of