Lyrics

[Pad]: Ion give a fuck, about nobody what, we making money son, dude you just a silly fuck My entourage is rich It's gotta make you pissed It's gotta make you pissed We all the hottest shit So take your pick we taking hits Got beef, line em up No heat, find a gun Pop me, holy fuck Dude you fuckin better run Yeah we on another level motherfuckers better settle If the feds'll give you medals then we gon give you metal Hennesy, Tanqueray, fuck what all y'all bitches say Come to me any day Leave you in your bed, erased You're hoping that I flop My fucking flow is hot (yuh) My homie netr got, a fucking chromy Glock At least I think he does, the feds are tryna blow our spots (what) We getting money so the cops know that we fucking hot (yeah) We ain't chasing paper (nah) The papers chasing us (that's right) So what the fuck is up (huh) You fucking phony fucks (yeah) [Netr]: Dough chasing is my habitat Monkey's stay on my back so where's the motherfuckin' g's at [?] blazing is my habitat Monkey's stay on my back so where's the motherfuckin' weed at Funny how your friends often change when your lost in a gang Tryna cop a range, tryna cop a chain I move through the scene wide eyed Watching for fakes, phonies, and wise guys with nine lives Investing to my grind rise I got a question, how can good money only stay where the crime lies? Evil thoughts everytime I sit and think in bed Pussy pink to red he tends to shrink the threads My domain sphere with links to bread It's like we living in quick sand cuz if you sink ya dead My veins combust like you betray my trust Heres my raps go frame it up ya game is fucked Worst transforming to chains and disgust When my brain discuss how a nigga turn rain to dust Talking to Big L through séance Getting higher than shit Writing raps on black scraps and black crayons The structure resets, changes as the water rains It's like drugs to an authors brian I'm the boss of the stage All I can do is offer game I call her babe because I forgot her damn name Slices from the nicest of swords Sittin back writing and ticing the [?] science so raw(?) We the giants of war With the lightest of jaws Compliant with violence, riots, and the defiance of laws [DJ Int]: You can catch me at the club chugging on the biggest bottle of sour My gun will leave you missing like 48 hours And my [?] like austin powers If you run to much lip I'll leave you lost in flowers I ain't a garbage man but I'm known to take the trash out Smoke a blunt, eat a xanax, come home and nose out My publicity, sort of like the average hood store All my friends snitch bitches so what they good for It's hard to make cash let alone this blood money I'm sick up on these beats and not the ones from Doug Funnie Dear FBI, my microphone right up next to me You think about this, me holding metal, on ecstacy You run up in my house you can tell the weather cold, the Glock 25 leave you missing like you waging [?] the [?] call me daddy, shit it's never paternal, blazing infernal, got bitches saying "Oh DJ Internal" I know I got haters a lot Keep your ahh shut Or I'll leave ya face fucked, like YTCracker's haircut Hold the beer up Budweiser if you rhyme again Pockets full of green like I stuffed em with a Heineken You friend or foe DT you undercover [?] to my fire, never put out, or smothered It's 2 in the morning, no more it's time for me slumber But first I'll act a fool and ask [Doe?] for her number [Phlow]: Me without my boy's that's like god without the seventh Angels without heaven and war without a weapon So if you gonna be stepping with me, you best be repping on this record Cuz spamtec got a record for wrecking I'm not tired My brain is hotwired, tearing up the streets like a car that ain't got tires, my flow is similiar to the sound of shots fired, cuz people get down when they hear me spit hot fiyah We from the beach, but this ain't no California People out here will put it on ya And don't say I didn't warn ya The flow smooth like a corona But try to fade it, you'll be a gonner If you try to take it on ya gonna do it in vain, like a needle, I'm sick of all you people Talking about you got bentley car But couldn't get a deal under FDR And that's real [YTCracker]: (stc is the greatest bitch) Straight out the CO Grand like the RIO Flow moving frio Still adored like Theo On these internets my hoe be Seasoned like an OD Vet best respect when you see me on the road G In the club drinking stoley Got this girl saying "Hold me" She's a freak I'm a geek take her [Pole?] G Who got a chance B to get in her panties and wax some fannies Me, that's who, the mighty YTCracker baby with the Nerd Fu Spamtec soldier since 982 haircut is no concern cuz I use shampoo (lol, mother) My lyrics like a bite to the ear, Mike Tyson Don't hate my style cuz you suck like Dyson, capital F-L-O, I let ya know, my shit's Dan Brown like Da Vinci Code Assimilate the world one side at a time Colorado Beach win their hearts and minds Lighting up their life like LeAnn Rimes Pitching all the nickels and fuckin them dimes YTC more musical than rent, never gonna die till the money's spent When it's me, netr, pad, phlow, and int, we gonna blow ya speakers with this spamtect shit (yeah)