We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Let It Be Known

from Tha Blacc Hand by Spaghetti Blacc

/

lyrics

Let it be known
Cuz it was spoken by an OG
That a bitch nigga hath never been a homie
Spaghetti blacc don't take that crap
I cap a wack Mac and leave em stacked on their backs
So now how about you
Pussy nigga can you feel it
The aura of bullshit around you is dissapearing
Can't fade me
I'll leave ya old lady with a face full of babies
And rabies
Ya click gone crazy
Cuz my pistol whip trip turned ya planet into Hades
With a boombox from fort Knox a bitch couldn't play me
But you get rolled on for so long
For frontin for these bitches
Wanna talk business
Bitch nigga can't you sense I have no fucking interest
Got niggas trippin
But I see why you're in this
And let me get specific
You're a coward
Punishable by death sentence
Not a best friend but I bet you'll meet the end of my weapon
Don't distract me cunt
I'm not the one you want
I leave ya ass slumped before lunch
And a Dutch
calling spaghetti blacc a studio gangster?
When I run this shank faster than a tanker disaster
But I'm only spillin blood
You ain't got no one twisted
I ain't showing ya love
At ya grave Rollin spliffs kid
Light it and I take a piss
I'm ruthless
Keep the spaghetti off your lips
Or get left toothless
You ain't got shit to say about a pimp
Unless you want a limp
keep your mouth shut before I close it like a casket
Cuz I take the Mac eleven and blast in ya direction
No affection
No double guessing
End of lesson
In the presence of a pimp
Bitch you better start stressin
When you hear my fuckin beats
Bitch you better start sweatin
Cuz you know you can't escape
Bitch nigga checkmate
Wreck plates
When you gettin served spaghetti this late
But if you got red on ya shirt
it ain't marinara
And a nigga like me wasn't caught on the camera
It's bananas
The wrath that's been banned from a stanza
Understand I'll catch you candid
And let you have it
niggas take it for granted
But a real nigga landed
Play me close yo and get ya forehead branded
You gamblin
As soon as my name's in your ramblin
Like magic
Get hit more
than a chicken in traffic
Play me on the real cap peel when I'm blasting
Pay me in fear
For the sounds that you hear
Pray for those near
When spaghetti blacc appear
Cuz i'm off the caine
In the stillness of the night
You a Ho ass nigga
Bitch fuck yo life
And fuck what you stand for
And fuck who you came with
And fuck ya purpose you a slave to this game
Sick of dealing of lames
The victims of running trains
Run from what I dispatch or catch hot flames
I need not take names
Or play Ho games
Swing the same blade through ya plain charade
And as a sum of shards
You must not be too smart
Hard as a house of cards
Bitch nigga don't start
play ya part
Before I pull out ya heart
And feed it to sharks
Then return to the dark

credits

from Tha Blacc Hand, released June 16, 2012

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Spaghetti Blacc image

Spaghetti Blacc New York, New York

Blacc Ski Weekend Industries, L.L.C. est. 2k13

discography

contact / help

Contact Spaghetti Blacc

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this track or account

Spaghetti Blacc recommends:

If you like Spaghetti Blacc, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) from the theatrical NYC rockers, Castle Rat.
listen now