Lyrics:

(Notorious)
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip, call your click
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip, call your click
squeeze your clip nigga right one passed that weed got to light one
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip
squeeze your clip nigga right one passed that weed got to light one

dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. Straight
up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas
that love to bust. It's strange to us, y'all niggas be
scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and
violins. We just sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and
lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them
Benjamins. Nigga, you'd shoot, too, if you knew what this game
would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at
all the bullshit I've been through: so-called beef with
you-know-who, f**ked a few female stars or two. Then a blue
light,
niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be f**ked with. Muthaf**ka,
better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit.
F**k the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the
game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your
click,
squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta
light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes,
I gotta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna
do: fight or run?
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip, call your click
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip, call your click
squeeze your clip nigga right one passed that weed got to light one
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip
spit ya game talk you shit grab you gat or your clip
squeeze your clip nigga right one passed that weed got to light one