paroles de chanson Spread Yo Shit - Obie Trice feat. Kon Artis
Hah!
this
is
dj
seven
duece
Fresh
up
out
your
momma's
mouth
So
when
she
spit's
you
know
how
i
"cum"
You
know
what
i
mean,
haha
We
release
the
dogg
hour
Where
we
give
a
shout
out
to
my
school
craft
playaz
Detroit's
in
the
house,
live
at
roll-in-wills
Obie
trice
baby,
check
it
out...
I
done
did
my
share
of
dirt,
flipped
my
share
at
work
I'm
the
nigga
that
lived
and
slid
through
terror
turf
Did
it
big
with
clever
workers
who
hid
the
crack
In
the
back
bottled
up
in
that
gerbert
glass
For
what
it's
worth,
i
ain't
told
to
have
I'm
just
rambling,
y'all
dick
handling
Telling
my
past
and
you
don't
know
me
Niggaz
the
name's
obie,
i'm
bout
to
expose
these
motherfuckas
When
i
was
down
you
had
a
lot
to
say
You
should
mind
your
business
and
walk
away
Talk
about
them
trying
to
find
a
way
To
spread
yo
shit
'round
town
I
ain't
really
got
time
for
you
With
all
that
ignorant
shit
you
do
Niggaz
need
money
and
i
do
too
That's
why
i
ain't
fucking
with
you
I
wonder
would
he
pass
for
passer
If
a
massive
ass
kick's
inflected
It
can
happen
that
quick,
when
spitting
shit
Rapidly
laying
down
your
fag
ass
click
From
running
your
lips
like
a
bitch
All
i
know
is
something
it
gotta
give
Niggaz
i
gotta
live,
it's
not
a
poragative
Don't
speak
on
the
kid
Lid
your
speech
or
rid
ya
in
the
streets
It's
so
optional,
but
i
will
be
logical
Cause
when
i
lodge
at
you,
it's
not
hospital
Operating
poppin'
them
hot
slugs
outta
your
abdominal
Now
your
momma
got
a
funeral
attendin
Just
for
mentioning
obie
trice
the
henchmen
All
i
wanna
do
is
make
music
and
"bench"
man
"Get
my
weight
up"
the
same
shit
that
jay
said
If
you
hate
up,
the
ak's
is
sprayin
Motherfuckers
ain't
playin!
That's
why
i
don't
fuck
with
you
cats
Cause
this
all
wrap
with
y'all
But
this
is
not
an
act
at
all
Run
ya
trap,
get
clapped
and
fall
Spread
rumors
recieve
malignant
tumors
Don't
confuse
music
with
us
choosin
Adhesive
patches
won't
cover
the
bruise
Channel
two
anchors
won't
cover
the
news
They
never
give
a
fuck
when
it's
beef
between
crews
All
i
know
is
obie
paid
his
dues
Made
his
moves
and
bitch
niggaz
hate
the
truth
They
rather
see
me
laid
in
that
body
booth
Deep
six,
rotten
so
the
rats
can
chew
That's
why
i
don't
fuck
with
y'all
You'll
run
and
get
y'alls,
and
that
really
sucks
for
y'all
Talk
behind
backs
but
never
to
him
dawg
Wouldn't
that
irritate
your
boss?!
Fuckers,
obie
trice
![Obie Trice feat. Kon Artis - Cheers](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/i/_/t/l/jja1xilt_i.jpg)
1 The Setup
2 Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers)
3 Got Some Teeth
4 Lady
5 Spread Yo Shit
6 We All Die One Day
7 Don't Come Down
8 Bad Bitch
9 Follow My Life
10 Look In My Eyes
11 Hands On You
12 Hoodrats
13 Oh!
14 Outro
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