Spread Yo Shit Songtext / Lyric

Ha This is DJ Seven Duece

Fresh up out your momma's mouth

So when she spit's you know how I "come"

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 of work

I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf

Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the crack

In the back "bottled" up in that "Gerber" glass

For what it's worth, I ain't told the half

I'm just rambling, ya'll dick handlin'

Tellin' my past you don't know me

Niggaz the name's Obie, about to expose these motherfuckas






When I was down you had a lot to say

You should mind your business and walk away

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way

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 passive

If a massive ass kick's inflected

It can happen that quick, when spittin' shit

Rapidly laying down you fag ass click

From running your lips like a bitch

All I know is something gotta give

Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative

Don't speak on "The Kid"

Lid your speach or rid you 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

Lift my weigth up the same shit that "Jay" said

Push your hate up, the AK's is spraying

Motherfuckers ain't Playing(*AK sound*)



When I was down you had a lot to say

You should mind your business and walk away

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way

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



That's why I don't fuck with you "kats"

Cause this all wrap with ya'll

But this is not an act at all

Run ya'll trap, get clapped and fall

Spread rumors, recieve malignant tumors

Don't confuse music with us choosen

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 laying in that body booth

"Deep Six" rotten so the rats can chew

That's why I don't fuck with ya'll

Run and get ya'lls and thats really sucks for ya'll

Talk behind backs but never to him dawg

Wouldn't that irritate your balls



When I was down you had a lot to say

You should mind your business and walk away

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way

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



When I was down you had a lot to say

You should mind your business and walk away

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way

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



Fuckers Obie Trice