Leave My Crib

[Hook: Spark Master Tape] I don't even leave my crib … Unless I got my gun with me Uuughhh... I don't even leave my house Unless Im drunk outta henny [Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] I don't even leave my bed, until a bad bitch give this killa gorilla some head And I don't leave the bitch until the bitch is so wet That she gone rock a tampon and I know she ain’t even bled I'm a motherfucking ill motherfucker That'll shoot your whole clique on pills motherfucker And we take a life for like 4 bills motherfucker When we roll through hit the damn hills mother-fucker… You don't even know 'bout luck Spark don't Harlem Shake until it looks like Puffs' And I won't come your way unless it looks like us T-shirt, merchant sales, flows and guns Born with a war torch, score passing How you doing, pour more than the ??? Taping my wife to a goddamn matres Fuck a honeymoon, Goons in Paris I’ll show ya how it is, Bitch get ratchet 'Fore you motherfuckers spark the magsticks Bagel motherfucker with a hole in the middle Like a compact disc in my last whip My team be toking that Justin Bieber, sipping that potent, spitting that ether Rolling that dope shit, smoking with divas in a wife-beater out in Colombia Sipping on some beers, got my coca cola and a pack of Marlboro reds Moving Marcy Metal and my blower then I ship 'em out the head And I dodge your immegration then I sip another beer like ULGHHHHHH [Hook] [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Nug] Look I don't ever leave my house, without checking my fresh I'm checking your bitch while checking my checks, make sure it add up I don't ever leave the booth, without killing this shit My flow go and you feeling this shit The popo's try conceiling this shit But we still in this bitch, be still in this bitch Don't spill henny on the seat of my whip You jumped up to get beat down and I'm turnt up and this beat pound To these fake ass niggas tryna be down, my name all over these streets now My hands all over your freak now when she coming home to get beat down Like uhhh nigga, what nigga, don't conversate with no fuck nigga I rather just chill play the C.O.D. nigga Bitch bring the blunt and the girl with ya Roll one up so we can touch the sky, and testify And we getting fly when we in NY And we in the lot we twisting up the fire And you can catch the fade like its Tekken 5 Everybody tough 'till the weapon fire, and your body fall Cause my clique on pills and we down to ride [Hook]