Fleek Spazzin’

Yiddish code talkin’ wit’ my British bros hawkin’ some guy named Philip with a crip pose walkin’

Last week he slipped some big-nosed jock a couple bills to get us killed just fo’ talkin’

One of his members was a rat who told us watch for my drinks cuz they might be filled with toxins

So I steady watchin’, out my window I see white shadows crawlin’, wifey begins bawlin’

Call my man Spazzo, he known for scaling fish, not the swimmers that you hook in autumn

He was a monstrous figure, ichor of blood flowing through his brain like rivers

Whiskey-scotch-drinker, bar-fighter, throw your head on the wooden table, catch a couple splinters

Heart’s cold as the inside of a still car without the engine revvin’ in the winter

So he pulled up with eight clips to spray Crips who lay ‘round my estate playin’ tricks

He saw Philip sprinting away, like a nun prayin’ sins away, Spaz’ grabbed his hair and sprayed

Tucked the body at the cemetery under a fresh grave where the dirt was still dark, not grey

Told me “last place the jakes look for a body is a place full of graves”

Didn’t say nothin’, let Spaz’ go, blessed him with eight hundred dollars in his safe

 

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

 

Spaz’ the next day riding on the express freeway, glove compartment full of freebase

In the car with him is his man named Fleek Jake, he rides with his hat tilted totin’ three-eights

Muzzles long as magazines, putting foes into puzzles, pieces of their jammed in teeth

Bunch of skull fractors, the autopsy peeps knows it’s Fleek but police

Can’t seem to track him down so he stays with the man Spazzo free from the seams

Of handcuffs, he carry more coke flakes than flakes of dandruff

When he enters, you stand up, pay him a grand or tuck your chain cuz it’ll get snatched up

The two of the men hit the KFC, they ordered both a clean three piece

Cashier lookin’ at ‘em funny, Fleek punches his in his teeth, whole place wild while Fleek eats the meat

Spazzo hops in the whip, oh shit here come the mean police

Officer Lee in one of them, he’s always in the streets antagonizing peeps

Last week he blasted heat at some junkie who traded his stamps for damp green

That was Spazzo’s dawg, ol’ Lee better watch out for his damn speech

Five-O speeds up, 180 kilometres zoomin’ up the road, cars moved to the right

Spaz’ and Fleek ravagely press the gas to their jeep and sped off while they seeked

A way to escape but the Jake caught up to their estate and bashed the jeep

Both cars slam into the wall, Spaz and Fleek turn over, out the window Fleek falls

Spaz’s legs been cut off from the crash he screamin’, Lee crawls

Closer, got a clip in his gun ready for action from these bulldozers

He crept round the car and saw the state that both the men were in

Thought, Fleek was dead so he approached him and tucked his heat

Then Fleek grabbed his gun and popped three slugs into Lee’s meat

Spazzo in agony, Fleek goes to grab the Walkie from Lee’s belt

As he reached over Lee was still alive and quickly grabbed his gun, he dealt

Pelted two shots into Fleek, his brain leaked on the concrete

Spaz bled out, urgent hospital emergency, the officer gonna make it

How crazy shit can get if you ain’t gonna play it safe, kid

 

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right

The thief’s theme

The rugged life don’t make you act right