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Evil lurks in the mind of mad men |
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I have to call, Spice 1 to put in work |
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Yeah, straight motherfuckin' |
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East Bay killa in the house |
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Spice motherfuckin' 1 |
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That's how you do it |
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You just mobb up on a nigga |
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And shoot him in his motherfuckin' head |
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And drag him out the car |
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And get your motherfuckin' mobb on |
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Yeah, motherfuckin' G shit |
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Jumpin' off tonight |
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Motherfuckin' fire |
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Beotch |
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Kill 'em off like dis |
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Spice 1 dem say him born II die |
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Kill 'em off like dat |
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Spice 1 dem say him [unverified] |
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My gat scream fire |
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The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a liar |
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I talk to my 380 like a bitch on the stroll |
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When niggaz try to dick me, I haul off and let her hoe, kill 'em all |
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I can't be fucked in this game, I'ma psychopath |
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My AK, told me to shove him up some niggaz ass |
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I'm havin' long conversations with Mr. Millimeter |
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He's one of my best friends, bitch ass nigga eater |
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And Missus Mossberg, livin' up in that back trunk |
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You know that old school bitch, she like to get in funk |
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It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams |
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My grandaddy Mr. AR-15, said he was my only family |
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Shoot straight, and please don't jam me |
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My own Glock pistol whipped me in my fuckin' head |
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'Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared |
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Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin' |
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Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talkin' |
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I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts |
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From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker |
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You're born II die |
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One to the chest and one to the dome |
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Well if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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(Born II die) |
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Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown |
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Well, if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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Kill 'em off like dis |
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Spice 1 dem say him born II die |
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Kill 'em off like dat |
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Spice 1 dem say him [unverified] |
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Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs |
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And if the shit jump off I'm killin' everythang |
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Don't be actin' like no bitch when the funk is on |
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'Cause if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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One for the Glock, two for the clip |
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Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip |
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Niggaz who ride, strap on the side |
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Open up your chest bout this fuckin' wide |
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This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me |
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I split your cranium so motherfuckin' easy |
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Leavin' you bloody dead and shot |
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My Glock goosed up your body like the motherfuckin' dreadlock |
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So, get yo' ass home 'fore you catch some slugs |
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Brain runnin' down the drain like the L.A. floods |
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Don't be fuckin' with the SPI |
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I'm tellin' you motherfuckers I was born II die |
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One to the chest and one to the dome |
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Well if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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(Born II die) |
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Aim yo' best for the head so yo' brains get blown |
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Well if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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Kill 'em off like dis |
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Spice 1 dem say him born II die |
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Kill 'em off like dat |
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Spice 1 dem say him [unverified] |
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One eighty seven Crew ass nigga from the Bay |
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AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay |
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On the concrete die in one beat of the heart |
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Seven day old ass body smell a little tart |
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Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine |
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Robbin your motherfuckin' ass clean |
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Blow the heart out a motherfucker back |
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Nigga shit on his self, when I pull out my strap |
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Got a chrome fo' five, bout nine in the clip |
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In two [unverified] days, begin to mobb and dip |
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It's just another tale of some gangsta shit |
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Where niggaz murder in the first from a verse that spit |
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Bitch ass niggaz, expire, retire |
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Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire |
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So, don't get caught up in the mix |
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I, let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm born II die |
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One to the chest and one to the dome |
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Well, if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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(Born II die) |
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Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown |
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Well, if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone |
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Kill 'em off like dis |
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Spice 1 dem say him born II die |
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Kill 'em off like dat |
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Spice 1 dem say him [unverified] |
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Yeah, nigga |
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Straight walkin' up on a motherfucker |
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And takin' his shit with a AK-47 nigga |
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Get yo' shit 'cause it's on |
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Tell you hoe you gon' be back |
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Uh, nigga gon' give up his shit |
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Or he gon' catch a motherfuckin' slug |
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Yeah, you gon' catch a motherfuckin' slug |
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Uh, Spice 1 in the motherfuckin' house |
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Straight killin' 'em all |
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He, he, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha |
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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha |
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
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Motherfuckers |
