Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Dedication 2: Gansta Grillz Song: Spitter Typed by: r_shadows@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [Chorus] spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat call yo click [x2] squeez yo clip hit the right one pass the weed gotta lite one [repeat] [Verse 1] What ya mami told ya bout fuckin round wit them soldiers I told ya I'll be back I'm comin I got that Tommy Lasorda That's blood all over ya sofas blood all over ya postas blood all over ya sholdas blood all over the strollas do that shit I done that shit its weezy baby he's a baby make that nigga run that shit make that money come back quick take that money from that bitch she know wat it be m-o-b pistol right there in my reach you know wat it be m-o-me bitches know were that limo leave 2 words room key where penthouse suite wear not a damn thing I'm here batabambing my hand bling my wrist bling my neck bling my ear bling super bowl ring bitch cash money young money super bowl team bitch money,money,money,money I'm true to those things bitch you with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch this I new orleans bitch murder don't mean shit [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] What ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soldier's I told ya I'm comin back I got that tommy matola That's blood all over ya rova blood all over ya chaufer blood all over ya loafers if I get any closer That's blood all over my toasta blood all over my hosta I'm in a s. dots thats blood all over my hova, fuck I'm hustlin with a motive my niggas need me an a tiger in my pocket "Says Feed Me" its greedy see them niggas jack them niggas kill them niggas wack them niggas ask them bitches ask them niggas weezy baby thats the nigga cath me mashin in a v matchin seats, matchin feet sheesh that bitch too sweet fa the streetz got that key for the leaf, that feast the beef no need to speak, let it be, wat it be niggas want piece I make them leave here piece by piece fuck me, fuck you, wat it is wat it do ive been ready since 81 and I was born I 82 holleygrove is where I'm from but we call that bitch the zoo I ain't neva trust a bitch since she ate dat forbidden fruit sucka free, sucka proof, 50 shots cut em loose quarterback weezy baby shotgun run n shoot comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby at home fornacatin homie by the phone waitin got-damn -I-am -a-man -tha-man -tha-mu -tha-fuck -in-pre-sident bitch [Chorus]