Strictly 4 My Niggaz 4 Life

from Spawn (Replastered Edition) by Spaghetti Blacc

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(verse 1)
Appointing aneurysms to all citizens,
who begin with criticisms of sins you can't clean with penicilin,
sippin acid sittin on the ceiling with my children,
feeling Ritalin riddle me in as paint pauses pealin,
ipso facto fatso what's so fuckin appealin,
I'll take the flesh off ya bones and leave no hope of fuckin healin,
aftermath of the wrath of a mastodon,
with a cast of catastrophes to castrate the imam,
so when the mac is on another marathon clerics relax,
relapse and cop bomb heroin sacks in fact,
tell a bitch be gone when i'm back on the bong,
before they in the street gettin beat like a Balinese gong,
I used to kick it with a carcass named Marcus,
till his blood stained my carpet and his credit discarded,
beg ya pardon?
snake the charmin, salt the fields ya fuckin farmin
jarred and disbarred from the way I juggle this mothafuckin jungle jargon,

(chorus) x2
Cuz it's strictly 4 my niggas 4 life, ain't that right?
Stick and move, like a groove, on you and your crew
Cuz it's strictly 4 my niggas 4 life, ain't that right?
Settin traps puttin NYC back on the map,

(verse 2)
Remember, I run harems in harlem,
Hardly marred by ecstasy pimps but shit I fuckin harm them,
Harlots disarmed and charred by my charm,
the hardest scarecrow on a farm, this side of mars,
pistols, peepin through the front doors ajar,
but I know they got me locked on their fuckin radar,
I'm the ghost in the glock, pop the soul in the cog,
Immoral like data, Immortal like screams in the fog,
try me,
I've got triremes beside me,
ignite lightning bolts from colts at yo cohorts, it might be,
that gunpowder excites me,
because television right now got me staring at the sun nightly,
Spaghetti turn drugs into medicine,
the sun into weathermen,
Furfur into venison so let him in,
drippin like a faucet because the spit is fucking caustic,
accosted by mobsters who've thought I've gone and fucking lost it,
squares get caught in my web,
the waiting room before they get fed a full course of fucking lead,
fuck street cred,
the only niggas realer than me,
hung themselves in the shed,
constructed in my head,
new album always dropping soon,
cuz i'm fresher and hotter than a new exit wound,
Fuck you goons

(chorus) x2

(verse 3)
The planets align as I load my 9,
shooting stars you can see come nighttime,
I'm eclipsed by getaway whips,
the way niggas orbit my heat,
the street stay heliocentric,
and when the mic's in my hand,
I demand yo whole damn clan gets abandoned,
branded bad and banned from badlands cuz our fans flip vans and newsstands at random,
John handgun cocked, signing tags on yo blocc,
dropping mags on the spot where you thought you had us stopped,

(Chorus) x2

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from Spawn (Replastered Edition), released May 18, 2011

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