Shit That He Said Songtext
von Big Noyd feat. Havoc
Shit That He Said Songtext
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
Yo, like a motherfucker
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
If you scheming, hope your team's tight, my dogs bite
Never cocking it twice, hitting you up, making you sleep tight
We never sleep, dig what I mean, right? You hear?
We prepare for machine gun fights, so don′t dare to ever
Cross ours or get ready and prepare for the mobsters
Bringing static with these automatics, fuck revolvers
There is no team marver than ours
True thugs, ask around about us
It′s M.D. repping QB, nigga, for life
Check it, G, you don't believe, go and ask your wife
Cause she trife, nigga, P hit it once, and Hav′ hit it twice
You wanna join the party? Noid'll hit you up right
Thun I be precise, hit you with that hot shit
I′ll have your faggot ass jetting through the block, little bitch
I know what time it is, you drop dime and it's the feds
So now I gotta go and put one up in your head
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo′ ass dead)
It′s time to dead the phones in the home, it's time to be alone
I′m zoning, the only thing in the back of my mind, shit, is blowing
Either blowing on beats, blowing these cats up in the street
Or shorty blowing me while we rolling the G
Thun that ain't hard to see, it be that true life story
The young god from QB, picture me being corny
Been hot since I stepped up, God forbid I ever fall down
I′m just gon' get up and keep it moving
I keep it repping with fully automatic weapons
Making ′em bleed for the cheese, no question, keep stepping
My Glock's cocked, what? I pop shit, what?
Y'all cowards is butt, fuck around and get stuck
Before y′all fools make a move, all of you dudes better think
Cause I′ll light that ass up fast as you can blink
With one life to live, kid, I'm living with a bing
After dark when the gun spark, saga begins, begins war
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
You ready for war? Yo, nigga, it′s war, say no more
I'll be at your front door with the chrome four-four
Squeezing, leaving the fucking whole house bleeding
And dead cause of the shit that you said
And the shit that you spread got you filled up with lead
And leaking cause your monkey ass wasn't thinking
You fucking with this black half Puerto Rican
Like I said in my last song, nigga, don′t get it wrong
I′m a bugged out, thugged out, grimey
Nigga going all out, slugged out, and grimy
Fifty-two pickup, nigga, check this here, this a stick-up
The Tec on your neck making sure you don't get up
Went from rocking Bennetton to being a don
Now it′s suede Kenneth Cole with Timberlands
Straight street don, my moms must've knew it was on
Since the day she gave birth and named me Tawan
Let′s get it on
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo′ ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo' ass dead)
[Outro: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo′ ass dead)
Yo, like a motherfucker
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
If you scheming, hope your team's tight, my dogs bite
Never cocking it twice, hitting you up, making you sleep tight
We never sleep, dig what I mean, right? You hear?
We prepare for machine gun fights, so don′t dare to ever
Cross ours or get ready and prepare for the mobsters
Bringing static with these automatics, fuck revolvers
There is no team marver than ours
True thugs, ask around about us
It′s M.D. repping QB, nigga, for life
Check it, G, you don't believe, go and ask your wife
Cause she trife, nigga, P hit it once, and Hav′ hit it twice
You wanna join the party? Noid'll hit you up right
Thun I be precise, hit you with that hot shit
I′ll have your faggot ass jetting through the block, little bitch
I know what time it is, you drop dime and it's the feds
So now I gotta go and put one up in your head
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo′ ass dead)
It′s time to dead the phones in the home, it's time to be alone
I′m zoning, the only thing in the back of my mind, shit, is blowing
Either blowing on beats, blowing these cats up in the street
Or shorty blowing me while we rolling the G
Thun that ain't hard to see, it be that true life story
The young god from QB, picture me being corny
Been hot since I stepped up, God forbid I ever fall down
I′m just gon' get up and keep it moving
I keep it repping with fully automatic weapons
Making ′em bleed for the cheese, no question, keep stepping
My Glock's cocked, what? I pop shit, what?
Y'all cowards is butt, fuck around and get stuck
Before y′all fools make a move, all of you dudes better think
Cause I′ll light that ass up fast as you can blink
With one life to live, kid, I'm living with a bing
After dark when the gun spark, saga begins, begins war
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo' ass dead)
You ready for war? Yo, nigga, it′s war, say no more
I'll be at your front door with the chrome four-four
Squeezing, leaving the fucking whole house bleeding
And dead cause of the shit that you said
And the shit that you spread got you filled up with lead
And leaking cause your monkey ass wasn't thinking
You fucking with this black half Puerto Rican
Like I said in my last song, nigga, don′t get it wrong
I′m a bugged out, thugged out, grimey
Nigga going all out, slugged out, and grimy
Fifty-two pickup, nigga, check this here, this a stick-up
The Tec on your neck making sure you don't get up
Went from rocking Bennetton to being a don
Now it′s suede Kenneth Cole with Timberlands
Straight street don, my moms must've knew it was on
Since the day she gave birth and named me Tawan
Let′s get it on
[Chorus: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo′ ass dead)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon' leave yo' ass dead)
[Outro: Havoc (Nas sample)
(Shit that he said, shit that he spread)
(Led to this fucking four-fifth to his head)
(Shit that he spread, shit that he said)
(Not even lies on the streets gon′ leave yo′ ass dead)
Writer(s): Renaldo Obie Benson, Len Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com