dum I won't just smoke you I be terrifyin', horrifyin' G, yeah, I'ma choke you The killa niggaz on hop We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin
Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin Muthafucka step outside you know what I'm sayin Then get my muthafuckin chronic sack, know what I'm sayin
The trigga gots no heart (The trigga a trigga) The trigga gots no heart (The trigga a trigga) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no secondary shorts
motherfuckin nine (spice-1) Yeah I remember that old shit (prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? (spice-1) Yeah
need to quit Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split Tore back ass out bringing you your hat Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S P I But you can't go one on one Spice 1
baby? ) Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah (can u feel it baby? ) Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah (I want to know) Verse 3: spice-1 A whu, a whu A 1-2-3 It's tha muthafuckin
Yeah Spice muthafuckin one Coolin in cali Kickin that gangsta shit You get with it? [ verse 1 ] Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
, sleepin' on couches with no sheets God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration I'm facin' more time then I really got to give Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3 5-1-0 And 2-1
Born to die but hard to kill, the b-b-ballin' ass timer Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin' Uni Bomber With your arms still bleedin' fifty feet
love Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love in this game (spice 1
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(kokane) Ah yeah... (spice 1) Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies
these motherfuckers, I'm ready to break this up Yeah, fuck that, let's handle that business Huh, yeah, we gotta flow sumptin' funky Check it, Spice 1
(spice-1) It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'g' It's the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-e So, put this gat in your pants (right) And we gonna
'em know Not to play me like a hoe 'cause I sticks to the G code I unloads the clips and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt about
Verse 1: Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be throwin They rocks up in my face My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, I
like bitches I break 'em off, somethin' proper And dump they ass in ditches 1 8 7, dump the niggas up in ditches Fat Nina, for the player hatin' bitches 1
Blam 187 Straight murder display from L.A. to the Bay West side my nigga Spice 1 AKA Fetty Chico And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson What up Spice We