Grand Puba - Spazz Out 2 lyrics

[Hook] This is for my n***as on the block, yo spazz out Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out! You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out! Just wild out to this cause we don't give a f** My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out Them young n***as on the strip just spazz out You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a f** [Verse 1] We rappers, we chrome witty type This to my n***as blaze a fifty light What and get cha' high on Ya sh** is on dubs n***a, sh** get cha' ride on We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this From the top y'all know y'all can't f** with this The R-E double S with the Grand Puba Picture us stackin' down, sh** we came too far We done paid our dues, still in the game Why these n***as actin' like they can't feel the pain My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces Tapes, diamond n***a we bout to hit that Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack Big exec checks, b**h nothin' less And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley n***a [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a street n***a, load up my heat with hollow tips Acknowledge this, go against the grain and feel stiff rain We big stings, stackin' our safes to capacity Force tragedies, a thug mentality Test my heart pumps blood We can throw slugs or shoot the fifth, call me I'm all for it, I don't care bounce ya fair or where ya from We can act dumb and leave n***as backs numb I wanna eat on some legal and sh** But I was born on some evil sh** Ridin' ways, my childhood is far from forgotten days See moms locked away, that's why I hate cops today So I cop the yay, lock the block, pumpin' trays If I reach and shoot, believe that n***as lay But I went through my trigger phase Now I want a bigger case f** dippin' jakes now we sittin' great [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, it's a shame how these b**hes wanna know if I'm holdin' a knot Haters on the block, ga**in' us from holdin' a glock And I'm looney too, Big K big way My mental states I been through breakdown airway Bottles or rat, n***a straight sleep with the fishes My team is vicious, holla at the baddest b**hes Know what I got, hit the crib hot cold to rock Steamin' off the top then my soldiers box Flip the score, plot ways to hustle on tours See these hit the pipe, f** up they jaw I'm livin' ya rap, hot weight I'm triplin' that Pack 22s, come on y'all I'm f**in' with macks Laid back, spazz like I did five flat I'm in the biz, stressed blowin' bogies back-to-back Ya know the click, Harley ya know he spit Know we sick, one of the connected click yeah