Artist: C-bo feat Yukmouth
Album: Enemy of the state
Song: Spray Yourself feat Yukmouth
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
Nigga shank yourself nigga stab yourself nigga spray yourself
Nigga blast yourself niggas dont know I come through phat
Stack your whole fucking staff to the end now they on yourself
Like masio ready to kill never try to graze niggas
Just cuz you a paid nigga don't mean you a made nigga
You a gay nigga I pay nigga it's spray niggas lay niggas
Down for the gray glitter finger to the brave nigga
You ready to die I ain't afraid nigga
I make money money never made niggas
I brak niggas wake up with a 45 point in your face nigga
Now what you say nigga take your rolex out of your safe
I got to get my money on straight that's out the yay
These phoney ass rappers are fake make a move
I stay regime killas bout face ohh
21 guns to the sky bust yours cuz none of your niggaz want war
Fake ass seen me before still yuk for what the fuck for
When I walk I scrape my knuckles off the ground the gorrila I'm
Found hitting down hood hounds ya'll niggas sound like mystikal
Get some skills suckin on wack I do this shit for reals

Chorus:
Bitch you ain't a made man you made yourself give that bitch a eight
Get him hey how many niggas get paid to wealth
Shit just stay on the shelf spray yourself we made man
Pay men that made it all wanted this shit ready to ball
Spray yourself get the ak off the wall and stick
The muthafucking tip off in your draws just spray yourself nigga

Verse 2
[C-bo]
Who the fuck is these weak rappes
Acting like they real when they fake phony cubic cercony actors
The mob brother bring it real for all the mobsters
It's all these niggas in the game when the oscare away the mobsters
They must be scared unless they paying themselves
To get a real bitch lay yourself hayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Can't get no pussy unless you spray your wealth
You niggas need to spray yourself what what
It's bossaline and major paine bitch
Now we gone see you on some muderous shit have you heard of this click
thug lord, yukmouth close the door let's take these toy solders
To war remember way back when you wasn't shit
Hold that with the bustas and shit looking at me
With a hundred G'z busting and shit and I ain't fucked the shit
Real niggas done had enough of this shit going platinum
Without a nigga even bumping your shit now tell me weak
Nigga how you do that there westcoast mob bitch nigga
We don't care you must of bought your own shit
And shot your own shit you can't make no profit without your own diss
It's on bitch you must of forgot when I helped your ass out
Back when you was rolling around town
In the glass house when I see you I might light that ass up
So if you west bound bitch you best to gas up action

Chorus:
Bitch you ain't a made man you made yourself give that bitch an ak
Get him hey how many niggas get paid to wealth
Now their shit just stay on the shelf spray yourself
We made man pay men that made it all wanted this shit ready to ball
Spray yourself get the ak off the wall and stick
The muthafucking tip off in your draws just spray yourself nigga

Verse 3
You marching now starting the war the solders marching barking off
In front of the mansion fuck apartments fuck to see you talking
Bitches be walking I'm often blasting off dubee in your coffin a
Lot of niggas boss balling shot calling it costs a lot
To be the boss niggas is all flossing so when you lost ends
Trying to keep up sell cheaper next to tellys of rap a lot
Crepers sell reefer regine leader the prime suspect
Got me a new lighter but I ain't bust yet
It ain't a hot bitch a seniorita bitch fuck that I pop back
I rub sex they love this thug shit nigga say yuk next
And take the west over the best flow find the cash
And sess smoker and ak 47 and tech holder
I'm the nigga you been stressed over and sex over bitch
I was like a hundred men wet on ya go to sleep with a vest on ya
Cuz I say put that on ya wore my techs on ya
High rollers and dubs on skates say this is yours you really love
To hate lil bitch

Chorus