Spade Lyrics
The beauty spot was borrowed Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow On my confession that is waiting to be heard Run your empty rain down on me Whisper your deathbeats so softly Bend your knees, the altar of my ego You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins


[Chorus]

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and

Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then

Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding

And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going



[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]

Real talk, the inc about to run New York

Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch

Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga

Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers

Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious

We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches

And life and death between a matter of inches

You know

That fo' four that handle his buisness

Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest

Damn

What so gangsta about these niggaz

Now I got the full speed niggaz, led

Leave them dead over prayers, or head

Cause we done fucking these same bitches

And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness

My forgiveness

Niggaz can't be this stupid

It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Blackchild]

I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot

I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater

The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade

I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun

Married muder one, sleep with the fishes

Tasting red rum, young and corrupted

Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter

With no introduction

Our role models is forced with the hollows

Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla

The whitness andthe polla

Weed twisting ganja

Load up the clip's and flip the corner

They Morner, be morners stay gunner

We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'

Thank ya'

Niggaz keep me in the mood

To eat a nigga food

I murder with real bombs



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]

The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz

The weed the dope the E' the coke,niggaz

The gauge is mine, that's all I know

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