Spit Your Game Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

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(feat. Twista, Krayzie Bone,8 Ball & MJG

[Krayzie Bone]
Notorious...

[B.I.G.]

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[B.I.G. - Verse]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
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ya'll niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
we just sittin here tryin to win, tryin' not to sin,
high off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,
steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if u knew wut this game would do 2 u,
bin in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit i've bin through,
so called beef with u know who, fucked a few female stars or two,
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
no asperation to quit da game.
Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
all them niggas l gotta fight one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is a tight one
what u wanna do? fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[Twista]
Nigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,
don't too many niggas wanna start wit us, got big guns in the cars wit us,
bust at any muther fucka actin hard wit us,
don't really wanna show u wut a G.I.B., i rather be sippin remy in the V.I.P.,
when u hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,
Brooklyn and K-town, when u checkin' out the flow, u know its gonna rain with persistence,
2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,
lets get it crackin' i love to bust flows, hit it from the back cus i love to buck hoes,
spit it for the city i love Chi-ca-go, cali-coes buck, i love to bust those,
you think you can spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I, shit is real u know u love him, u ain't got "Ready to Die",
"Life After Death", give to you, however u want it nigga,that a day after, give it to ya, however u want it nigga,
cus the shit is giddie, so i carry big heat, screamin' come 'n' get me,
Twista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,
3 mils i love to make 1, all these cars i love to ride 1,
all these hoes i love to cut 1,
a tribute to BIG i love to bust 1,

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[Krayzie Bone]
In the middle of it I'ma/
Bring nigga more drama than they baby momma/
Nigga wanna battle I'ma bomb ya/
One man but attack like a pack of parrahanas/
Like terra-cotta/
Niggas always ready for tha war, but they aint really wanna see a nigga though/
We can do it in a minute then we finish with em, hit em with the venom of a nigga with a sick'o flow/
We doin it with Swizz, oh no/
You niggas is in some tr-o-uble/
Somebody better call po-po/
It's gonna be murda when I get to servin' them verbally/(YEAH!)
Nigga y'all heard a me, wig splitta, killa, nigga werd to me/
And I'm classic like Bird n' Magic, with a tactic to snatch this rap back, n' stack some platinum/ Double on the mack, random/
With tha bullets I brand em/
Finna hold the game ransom/
Runnin up in yo mansion, cash demanding flashin cannons/(MAN!)
Niggas aint ready for this one, cuz I'm on a mission to get even/
Better believe it, I'm heavily heated/
Its easy to see me, if u tryin ta see me, let that be the reason!

[B.I.G. - Chorus]
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[8 Ball]
Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me
I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G
Call me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner
If you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)
Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz to touch the mic
Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)
At the hotel wit a couple of banks, gettin' right
Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit

[MJG]
Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho
MJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head
Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared
Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat
Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street!

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your cliques, squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,



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LMFAO at krayzie's verse.....here are the correct lyrics: | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/16/2007

In the middle of it I'ma/
Bring nigga more drama than they baby momma/
Nigga wanna battle I'ma bomb ya/
One man but attack like a pack of parrahanas/
Like terra-cotta/
Niggas always ready for tha war, but they aint really wanna see a nigga though/
We can do it in a minute then we finish with em, hit em with the venom of a nigga with a sick'o flow/
We doin it with Swizz, oh no/
You niggas is in some tr-o-uble/
Somebody better call po-po/
It's gonna be murda when I get to servin' them verbally/
Nigga y'all heard a me, wig splitta, killa, nigga werd to me/
And I'm classic like Bird n' Magic, with a tactic to snatch this rap back, n' stack some platinum/ Double on the mack, random/
With tha bullets I brand em/
Finna hold the game ransom/
Runnin up in yo mansion, catch the man flashin cannons/
Niggas aint ready for this one, cuz I'm on a mission to get even/
Better believe it, I'm heavily heated/
Its easy to see me, if u tryin ta see me, let that be the reason!



You Forgot | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/12/2007

Very End - "(Notorious) You just heard the sounds of the king of New York, (Notorious) B.I.G.,(Notorious) There's only one clown. (Notorious)"



this jank | Reviewer: gmelah | 5/22/2007

this jank is madd fukkin faire i hate whoever submitted dese lyrics n dem ppl fukk B.I.G ion care if his bitch ass dead...basterd him fukk him



couple mistakes | Reviewer: Air J 3374 | 5/22/2007

In Krayzie Bone's part, the fourth line is supposed to be, "Niggas always ready for the war,..........". You wrote "we always...".
And also, near the bottom of his part, it's supposed to be, "Niggas aint ready for this one......". You wrote, "see they aint ready......".





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