Spazz Out Intro lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I get... momma, she's fucked up,
It's no playing for you doll, keep your head up!
I just come to the city, young niggas still witty
So this summer it's gonna be a killing.
Plus I got the feeling some pussy ass rappers gonna try to play me,
And the record label might not try to pay me.
But fuck it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out,
I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out!

[Verse 2:]
I just talked to my homie, said he ain't assed out
He got a chopper, and I know he's about to spazz out.
Let me put it... broke the grass out,
I'm going green on them hoes my block a cash cow
I put 'em whine up, drop 'em black and broke 'em...
These niggers still talking ignas I'm a crash out!
I'm about to crash out, I'm about to crash out!
A brand new beamer, a brand new phone and nigga crashed out
And if I had to shoot a nigga, I'm just gon bail out,
Kck up my feet, watch bet and kush my self out
I never said a lot, labels say I held out
Cause I'm made 80k/week don't give a hell about!
The realest nigga walking my shows gon sell out
I'm talking chickens bitch, let's break the scale out
I'm about to spazz out, spazz out,
I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out!

[Verse 3:]
I put my mind in this shit, grind in this shit, blood, sweat, and tears I put my time in this shit! Niggas took the easy route, I had to climb in this shit. From Cocaine Muzik 1 to Cocaine Muzik number 6!
I'm a spazz out, spazz out,
Fuck it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out!
And this that cocaine muzik forget I'm about to lose it,
Mac 19 extended clips niggas gon make me use it
I'm a beat that pussy up bitch, I'll throw my balls in...
Spank that ass... cocaine muzik

[Verse 4:]
Hold on, stop the beat, cut me up
Make sure niggas hear me clearly
This is my appectance speech!
I'm the gangsta of the year
Thanks the soda, thanks the kitchen
Thanks the... that show me love
Thanks the trap before I leave the stage, I must salute the plug
Thank the streets, thank every nigga that ever doubted me...
Thanks to beef kept me on my toes like I 'oughta be
Look at me balling now, right where I'm supposed to be,
Feds won't trap a nigga, hit me with conspiracy
Fuck it, do your job then
Broke, I'm a rob then
I need organized crime, we're a mob, then!
Bring the streets back like some hard then
This shit is real life, so I'm a put my heart in!
Gangsta of the year
Realest nigga of all time
Streets cast ya votes
It's nomination time

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