Closing Arguments Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, see
You can't compare no nigga to
You can't compare no nigga to me, bro, you know?
Niggas real rats around this motherf*cker, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, nigga, I did what I did
Tryin' my best to help my motherf*ckin' brother get out a situation he was in, nigga
I have no regrets for it, facts, Spyda
But don't get it confused, nigga, don't get it f*cked up, nigga
Ain't no one rat in me at all, kid
I'd rather die than tell on a nigga, for real, for real
Only thing I regret is, ever in my life f*ckin' with y'all f*ck niggas, bruh, f*ck all y'all suckers (Pussies)
And it's a big difference between me and y'all
Y'all niggas point the niggas out and say they did thе crime
Nigga, I say he didn't, ya dig?
Yeah, Spyda
[Verse 1]
Pull up to your housе like the mailman, nigga (Go)
They hit everything (Woo), plus the trashcans, nigga (Huh)
Back to back to back like et cetera, nigga (Huh)
Please don't hit the mailbox, it's federal, nigga (Huh)
Keep a big jet at the Clearport, buddy (Keep a big jet)
My shoes dirty, cup dirty, both muddy, buddy (Both 'em)
Hidin' in the house, they gon' get your cuz, buddy (Shot)
My brother livin' life for me (Woo), that's love, buddy (Ha)
p*ssy, you killed a kid, that ain't steppin' (That ain't steppin', p*ssy)
p*ssy, you tryna change, okay reverend (You tryna change now)
You got- (Tss) on your shoes, them Giuseppes (Real slime)
You shot back when they pulled off, that ain't happen (That ain't happen, p*ssy)
Yeah, strip her 'til her jaw turn backwards (Yeah)
Free my bro-bro 'til it's backwards (Woo)
Steppin' and tellin', that's backwards (Ha)
Shop before you f*ck, that's backwards (Backwards)
Lyin' on your dick, that's backwards (Yeah)
Ten rounds on a stick, that's backwards (What)
Nigga play with this shit, they won't cap 'em (Cap)
I was tellin' 'em, I'm not just a rapper (Bastard)
I don't want smoke with a rapper (Skrrt)
Horses in the Lamb', what happened?
Hit her from the back, I'm her master (Master)
Mink on her toes, Alaska (Spyda)
[Verse 2]
Yes, I'm from the three, but I do shit what other niggas speak
I'm a big dog with my own, but I'll light other niggas tricks, yeah (Woo)
Gunna a rat, Yak a rat, Slug a rat, Woody rat
f*ck that nigga Obama, he still mad 'bout baby momma (You mad?)
SlimeLife Shawty, make sure you put down your forty (p*ssy)
DK, okay, shit, he gay (Hey) I would say I'm stepping but that's cliché (Hey)
Niggas thought they left me (What?), then we beat the case (Hey)
Dawgie, you a motherf*ckin' bitch (Bitch)
If you wasn't a nigga twin, they woulda tried to squish your kids (p*ssy)
p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, wussy, yeah, p*ssy
If a nigga like buddy killed me, God gotta give me another chance (God)
They gave fourteen niggas hits, it only cost three hunnid bands (Woo)
All this money on me now (What?), I damn near need three pair of pants (Shit)
I ain't going back and forth (No), I'd rather go tit for tat (Let's go)
I ain't tryna find no parking spot, I'd rather keep on spinnin' (Spin)
If you kill one of my dawgs, shit, I'd rather never end it (Huh)
Nigga get your homie touched and it won't cost me JCPenney's (Woo)
Out the window in the Rolls like I'm tired of seeing stars
I done went to buyin' Hellcats, I'm tired of all these foreigns
She done slapped another bitch out like I'm tired of all these broads
Told my lawyer speed the process up, I'm tired of all these charges (Woo, woo)
Nigga mad I ain't payin' for his lawyer, he gon' be alright (Yeah)
I made deals with the Warden, I don't need a kite (Yeah, yeah)
I can walk on any street (What?), shit, I don't need a bike (Bastard)
Bought a ring and engraved, I done found my wife
Thugga Mane LaFlare, I had more hoes than I got hair (Baby)
I hope every rat go campin' and get ate by a bear (God)
Skeeted in her face, she clean it off just like Nair (Huh)
My last day of trial felt like playin' truth or dare
[Verse 3]
We on the back burner
Bitch, I'm out the trenches, I got a fat momma
I was whippin' foreigns 'fore I had learners
The 'Rari got a whistle like a football game, yeah
I tried to tell her not to leave
And now she solo in my sheets (Taurus)
My homie traded for a freak
And I gave 'em everything they need
And I done cried myself to sleep
Gotta wake up and change my sheets
I wear my heart outside my sleeve
She yellin' free me 'til I'm free
How I get more love from a freak
Than I get from niggas that grew up in the streets with me? (Taurus)
Some of my cars got stolen, they f*cked up my fleet
But I'll be okay, y'all ain't f*ckin' with my sleep
Your bitch been f*ckin' ball players like you in the team, twin
Like, you ain't score a hundred points 2013, twin
Your new shit bossed up in and every one of your dreams, twin
My shoes brand new but still have her still leanin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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