Spray Yourself

Lyrics

[Intro: Yukmouth] Thug Lord (Salute!) Goodbye, bitch, aight, aight We got a bitch ass nigga in our presence, a fuckin' imposter Get yo ass up, nigga What's up, nigga? You ain't no mothafuckin' made man Money don't make you no made man nigga (Bitch!) The mob make you a made man, you bitch Now get on the floor, nigga [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Nigga, shank yourself, nigga, stab yourself Nigga, spray yourself, nigga, blast yourself Nigga's packed of wealth Though, I come through fast and stealth Your whole fuckin' stack get dealt Now they on their self Like mash to kill, blast to kill Never try to graze niggas Just 'cause you a paid nigga That doesn't mean that you a made nigga, you gay nigga I pay niggas, to spray niggas Lay niggas down for the gray glitters Send you to the grave digger Ready to die, I ain't afraid, nigga I make money, money never make niggas I break niggas Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face, nigga Now where the safe, nigga? I take your Rolex Honeycomb face out the safe I gotta get my money on straight This out the gate, these phony ass rappers is fake About to hate, make a move out the state Regime Killers about face, all hail the Thug Lord Salute me, put 21 guns in the sky, nigga, bust yours 'Cause none of y'all niggas want war Fake ass CB4, Gusto steal Yuk flow? what the fuck for? When I walk, I scrape my knuckles across the ground Guerilla walkin' across town, beatin' down Blood Hounds Y'all niggas sound like Mystikal Get some skills, thuggin' on wax? I do this shit for real, bitch [Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo] You ain't a made man, you made yourself Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself Hey, a lot of niggas gettin' paid to wealth Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself! We made men, paid men, that made it all Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself Grab the AK up off the wall, nigga And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers Just spray yourself [Verse 2: C-BO] Now who the fuck is these weak rappers Actin' like they real, when they fake phony Cuban zirconia actors The Mob father bringin' it real for all my mobsters While other niggas in this game to win an oscar Scared of monsters Can't do a concert, unless they payin' they self Can't get a real bitch, gotta lay yourself, hey, hey Can't get the pussy, unless you payin' your wealth You mothafuckas need to spray yourself, what, what Heard Bossaline a major payin' you bid Now we gon' see you on some murderous shit Have you heard of this clique? Thug Lord, Yukmouth, close the door Lets take these toy soldiers to war Remember back when you wasn't shit At my hotel with the busses and shit Gave me a hundred G's to bust on your shit And I ain't touch the shit Real niggas done had enough of this shit Goin' platinum without a every nigga bumpin' your shit Now tell me, weak nigga, how you do that there Westcoast Mob Father, bitch, we don't care You must of bought your own shit To you, they shot your own shit Came here without poppin' in your own diss, its on, bitch! You must of forgot when I helped your ass out Back when you was rollin' around town in a glass house When I see you, I might light that ass up So if you westbound, bitch, you best to gas up, ash up, bitch [Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo] You ain't a made man, you made yourself Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself Hey, a lot of niggas gettin' paid to wealth Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself! We made men, paid men, that made it all Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself Grab the AK up off the wall, nigga And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers Just spray yourself [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Alright, ready get set go, on your portion I be startin' a war, so just watch And park an Aston Martin in front of the mansion Fuck apartments Fuck that shit you talkin', bullshit be barkin' I'm often smokin' blunts through my doobie in your coffin Rap-A-Lot niggas boss ballin', shot callin' They come to be the boss, my niggas all flossin' So many loss ends, tryin' to keep up, sell Cheba Next tell sellies a thousand Rap-A-Lot beepers Smoke reefer, Regime Leader the prime suspect Somethin' like Puff, but I got a new millimeter I ain't bust yet It ain't a fine bitch, a senorita I ain't fucked yet I pop X, I rub sex, they love this Thug shit Niggas say Yuk next to take the West over The fuckin' best flower Chronic catch and Sess smoker The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder I'm the nigga you been stressed over, or ain't get no rest over Nigga, wake up out a nightmare, screamin' with sweat on ya Go to sleep with a vest on ya, 'cause I creep death on ya Pull my Tec's on ya, hop on dubs and skate Sincerely yours, the nigga you love to hate, little bitch! [Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo] You ain't a made man, you made yourself Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself Hey, a lot of niggas gettin' paid to wealth Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself! We made men, paid men, that made it all Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself Grab the AK up off the wall, nigga And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers Just spray yourself