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Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto -
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUMSPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me 5:04 Rap [Featuring] - E-40 2 Face Of A Desp... -
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
Spice 1 - Strap on the sideSpice 1 - Strap on the side
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Green, Jr. in Corsicana, Texas), is a West Coast rapper raised in Haywa... -
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Spice 1 - 187 ProofSpice 1 - 187 Proof
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate ManSpice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKKa's Nightmare" (RIAA Certified Gold) Date of Release: 11/22/1994 Re... -
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
Spice 1 - Ghetto StarSpice 1 - Ghetto Star
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5ypfys Google Play - http://tinyurl.com/ca4anp3 Music video by Spice 1... -
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie BoneSpice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Music: http://tinyurl.com/mtnf9mk Google Play: http://tinyurl.com/moox5... -
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 187 He WroteSpice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Chamber" 4. "187 He Wrote" 5. "Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)"ft. B... -
Spice 1 - Thug in me
Spice 1 - Thug in meSpice 1 - Thug in me
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC. -
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leading and influential artists of the era speak their mind about this e... -
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTVSPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay sits with Spice 1 ... -
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No HeartSpice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album. -
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 - 187 He WroteSpice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a ...
- 187 He Wrote
- 1990-Sick
- Biz Markie
- Bossed Out
- C-Bo
- Cadillac Escalade
- Celly Cel
- Corsicana, Texas
- Criminal Activity
- Criminalz
- Dyin' 2 Ball
- Fat Joe
- Gangsta rap
- Half a Mill
- Hayward, California
- Hits (Spice 1 album)
- Home Street Home
- Ice-T
- Jayo Felony
- Jive Records
- Keep It Gangsta
- Let It Be Known
- MC Eiht
- Mistah Fab
- Mt. Eden High School
- Music genre
- Myspace
- OJ da Juiceman
- Organized Konfusion
- Rapping
- Record label
- Record producer
- Red Hot Organization
- Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
- Spice 1
- Spice 1 (album)
- Spice 1 discography
- Spiceberg Slim
- Stage name
- Template Spice 1
- The Black Bossalini
- The Pioneers (album)
- The Regime (group)
- The Ridah
- The Thug In Me
- Thug Association
- Thug Disease
- Thug Lordz
- Thug Lordz Trilogy
- Thug Reunion
- Too hort
- Too Short
- Tupac Shakur
- UGK
- United States
- West Coast hip-hop
- Wikipedia Persondata
- Wu-Tang Clan
- Yukmouth
RELEASE
ALBUMS
- Thug Reunion (feat. Young Prod, C-Bo & Big prod)
- Gangsta as I Wanna Be (feat. 40 Globcc & Micalob)
- Thug in Me (feat. Westside Bugg)
- Kill 'em All (feat. Con Artist)
- Gangsta Girl (feat. Westside Bugg & Corey Claudson)
- Kalifornia (feat. Big Prod & 40 Glocc)
- Hydraulics on It
- Mo Money (feat. Big Prod)
- This Is for My Ballers (feat. Big Man & Possible Suspects)
- Got 2 Get It (feat. South Central Cartel)
- No Marks (feat. Micalob & Westside Bugg)
- Wanna Be Us (feat. Jayo Felony)
- Mo, Mo (feat. Johnny U)
- Hydraulics on It (Big Prod remix)
- Hydraulics on It (Julio G. Westside remix)
- Hydraulics on It (Tony G. Reggaeton mix)
- Snippets from Thug Association
- Thug Association (feat. Luni Coleone & I-Rocc)
- Block Is Hot (feat. Bad Boy & Zelly)
- Done Deal (feat. Bad Boy & T-Nutty)
- Salt Shaker (feat. Syndicate & Roger)
- Next Chapter (feat. Zelly)
- Took Out the Game (feat. Bad Boy)
- Do What You Do (feat. Bad Boy)
- Real Rydaz (feat. Bad Boy)
- Hardcore (feat. 211)
- Come 4 You (feat. Zelly & Bad Boy)
- Fuck You Pay Me (feat. B-Legit & Bad Boy)
- Soldier Shit (feat. Bad Boy)
- Thug Thang (feat. C-Bo & Mr. Shadow)
- The Game (feat. Bad Boy)
- Get In (feat. Bad Boy)
- Sitting in My Car (feat. Beezy)
- Block Is Hot (feat. Bad Boy & Zelly) (remix)
- Spit at Em
- No One Else
- Raw Wit It
- The Bossilini
- 187 Hemp
- I'm Original
- No Chit Chat
- Let It Blow
- They Just Don't Know
- The Warning
- Revenge
- Ohh Shit
- Less Than Nuthin
- That's the Way Life Goes
- Intro
- No Real Gz
- Thug Music
- Heartbreak Hotel
- Everybody Want to Go to Heaven
- Dear Haters
- Leave the Ridin to Us (feat. Yukmouth & C-Bo)
- Keep Ballin'
- This Is Bizziness
- Money Thang (feat. Kurupt & Jayo Felony)
- Pop That
- How We Boss Up
- Get Hi
- What U Workin Wit
- Outro
- Dyin' 2 Ball
- It's a Shame
- Gangster as I Wanna Be
- She Got Hydraulics on It
- Rude Boy
- Fake Ass Gangsters
- Character
- Thugg in Me
- Candy
- She So Fly
- Gangsta Girl
- Da Ghetto
- Cold of the Streets
- Thug Thang
- East Bay G's
- Work It Tonite
- Cutthroat Game
- Still Here
- Behind Closed Doors
- Gangbang Music (feat. Tha Eastsidaz)
- Reckless Eyeballin
- Nature to Ride
- Kizz My Azz
- Pimp Pizzle (feat. Dru Down)
- Cutthroat Game, Part 2
- Boomin Pistols
- Thug World (feat. Kurupt)
- 1 in a Million
- U Gotta Take It (One Day at a Time) (feat. 2Pac)
- Behind Closed Doors, Part 2
- I'm a Boss
- Player Pieces
- 20/20's (feat. Bad Azz)
- Who Can I Trust?
- Murder Man Dance (feat. UGK)
- Got Gunz (feat. Outlawz)
- G.A.M.E.
- Thug Thang Y2G (feat. Black C & Pimp C)
- How We Ride
- Ghetto Soldier (feat. Sean T & Crime Boss)
- One Luv (feat. C-Bo)
- Gunz & Money
- Chocolate Philly (feat. MJG)
- Break Deez Mu'Faccaz
- The Muder Show, Part 2
- So Damn Crazy
- Come Niggaz
- We Run the Block
- That's It
- Can't Stop Us
- That's the Way Life Goes
- East Bay Gangsta (Spice-1 Solo)
- All I Came 2 Do (MC Eiht Solo)
- 'Bout That Time
- Do Better (Spice-1 Solo)
- Been a Long Time
- West Coast Party (feat. Hollow Tip)
- Keepin' Me High (MC Eiht Solo)
- I Ain't Scared
- The Mack (Hollow Tip Solo)
- Who Can I Trust
- Can't Turn Back
- Got Me
- Would You Ride?
- To Kill a G
- Murder Man Dance
- That's OK
- Ride or Die
- Chocolate Philly
- Playa Pieces
- Wet Party
- East Coast, West Coast
- Lucky That I'm Rappin (feat. Spice 1)
- Ain't Nothin to It but to Do It (feat. Roscoe & Eastwood)
- Run and Duck
- Get Old
- I Be Him
- Millionaire Playas (feat. T Mac)
- Here We Go Again
- You Got Me Fucked Up
- That's OK (feat. Spice 1)
- Sex Tonight (feat. Captain Save 'em)
- Trapped
- You Think You Ain't
- Hold It Up (feat. E.S.G & Big Pokey)
- Turn the Heat Down (feat. Spice 1)
- Spiceberg Slim
- Welcome Back to the Ghetto
- If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Me
- It's Nothin'
- Thuggin'
- You Got Me Fucked Up
- Turn Da Heat Down
- Haters (Come Out and Play)
- Niggas I Roll Wit
- Lucky I'm Rappin
- Azz Hole Naked
- Das OK
- Pistols, Power, Paper
- Strap on the Side
- Mo' Mail
- Peace to My 9
- Twirk It
- Doncha Runaway
- Playa Man
- Runnin' Out da Crackhouse
- Dusted & Disgusted
- Mobbin
- Face of a Desperate Man
- 380 on That Ass
- I Got Five on It (remix)
- Suckas Do What They Can
- East Bay Gangster
- 20/20
- 360 Degrees
- Intro (skit)
- What the Fuck (feat. Noreaga)
- Thug Poetry (feat. Saafir)
- Suckas Do What They Can (Real Playaz) (feat. Too $hort, Roger Troutman & Yukmouth)
- U Can't Fade Me (skit)
- U Can't Fade Me
- Club (skit)
- Can I Hit It
- High Powered
- Killerfornia
- News Flash (skit)
- Gone With the Wind
- Too Deep in the Game (feat. Spook Thee Man)
- Make Sure They Bleed
- Ride Fo' Mine (feat. Half a Mill & Ike dirty)
- Street (skit)
- Immortalized
- Fuck the World (feat. Kyoz & Den Fen)
- Droopy (skit)
- 187 Proof (2 Thoughin')
- Ride Wit Me
- Welcome to the Ghetto
- Trigga Gots No Heart
- The Murda Show (feat. MC-Eiht)
- Balls 'n Brains
- Dirty Bay
- 187 Proof
- In My Neighborhood
- Jealous Got Me Strapped (feat. 2Pac)
- Trigga Happy
- The Thug in Me
- 1990-Sick (Kill 'em All) (feat. MC-Eiht)
- Sucka Ass Niggas
- Young Nigga
- Dumpin em' in Ditches
- Nobody Want Work
- Hard to Kill (feat. Method Man)
- 187 Pure
- Wanna Be a G
- The Thug in Me
- I'm High
- Recognize Game
- Playa Man
- Caught Up in My Gunplay
- Ballin'
- The Boss Mobsta
- 510, 213
- Kill Street Blues
- Fetty Chico and the Mack
- Wanna Be a G
- Diamonds
- Down Payment on Heaven
- 2 Hands & A Razorblade
- 1990-Sick (Kill 'em All) (feat. MC-Eiht)
- Dirty Bay
- Mind of a Sick Nigga
- Drama
- Mobbin'
- Survival
- Tales of the Nigga Who Got Crept On
- Sucka Ass Nigga
- Faces of Death
- 1-800 (Straight From the Pen)
- Ain't No Love
- Funky Chickens
- Snitch Killas
- Can U Feel It (feat. E-40)
- 1990-Sick (Kill 'em All) (original version)
- D-Boyz Got Love for Me (feat. E-40)
- Face of a Desperate Man
- Strap on the Side
- Jealous Got Me Strapped (feat. 2Pac)
- Tell Me What That Mail Like
- Doncha Runaway
- Hard to Kill (feat. Method Man)
- Nigga Sings the Blues (Blackjack's version)
- You Can Get the Gat for That
- Busta's Can't See Me
- Murder Ain't Crazy
- Stickin' to the 'G' Code
- Give the 'G' a Gat
- Three Strikes
- You Done Fucked Up
- I'm the #%!*&% Murderer
- Dumpin' Em in Ditches
- Gas Chamber
- 187 He Wrote
- Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)
- Clip & the Trigga
- Smoke 'em Like a Blunt
- The Murda Show
- 380 on That Ass
- Mo' Mail
- Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse
- Trigga Gots No Heart
- Trigga Happy
- RIP
- All He Wrote
- In My Neighborhood
- 187 Proof
- East Bay Gangster (Reggae)
- Money Gone
- 1-800-Spice
- Peace to My Nine
- Young Nigga
- Welcome to the Ghetto
- Fucked in the Game
- Money or Murder
- City Streets
- 1-900-Spice
- Break Yourself
- 187 Pure
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Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Spice 1 - Welcome To The GhettoSpice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Music video by Spice 1 performing Welcome To The Ghetto. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC. -
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUMSPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me 5:04 Rap [Featuring] - E-40 2 Face Of A Desp... -
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
Spice 1 - Strap on the sideSpice 1 - Strap on the side
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Green, Jr. in Corsicana, Texas), is a West Coast rapper raised in Haywa... -
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Spice 1 - 187 ProofSpice 1 - 187 Proof
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate ManSpice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKKa's Nightmare" (RIAA Certified Gold) Date of Release: 11/22/1994 Re... -
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
Spice 1 - Ghetto StarSpice 1 - Ghetto Star
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5ypfys Google Play - http://tinyurl.com/ca4anp3 Music video by Spice 1... -
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie BoneSpice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Music: http://tinyurl.com/mtnf9mk Google Play: http://tinyurl.com/moox5... -
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 187 He WroteSpice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Chamber" 4. "187 He Wrote" 5. "Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)"ft. B... -
Spice 1 - Thug in me
Spice 1 - Thug in meSpice 1 - Thug in me
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC. -
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leading and influential artists of the era speak their mind about this e... -
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTVSPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay sits with Spice 1 ... -
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No HeartSpice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album. -
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 - 187 He WroteSpice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a ... -
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's DeathSpice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
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SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKESPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
[ARTIST] - SPICE 1 [TRACK] - (5) TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE [ALBUM] - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE [RELEASED] - NOVEMBER 22, 1994 [LABEL] - JIVE RECORDS NO COPYRIG... -
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-26,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_1 Spice 1 to jedna z tych kalifornijskich legend, które zaws... -
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-bossspice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
spice-1 and boss on a fire duet 1993. -
Spice 1-Bustas can't see me
Spice 1-Bustas can't see meSpice 1-Bustas can't see me
Track 10, from the album "Amerikkkas Nightmare" -
Spice 1 "In My Neighborhood"
Spice 1 "In My Neighborhood"Spice 1 "In My Neighborhood"
Too Short discovered rapper Spice 1, who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album ... -
Spice 1 - 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
Spice 1 - 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)Spice 1 - 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
Music video by Spice 1 performing 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All). (C) 1995 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Spice 1 - Born II Die
Spice 1 - Born II DieSpice 1 - Born II Die
SOUNDTRACK TALES FROM DA HOOD (MOVIE) -
Spice 1 - Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse
Spice 1 - Runnin' Out Da CrackhouseSpice 1 - Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse
Artist:Spice 1 Album:187 He Wrote Track 11 1. I'm the Fuckin' Murder 2. Dumpin' Em in Ditches 3. Gas Chamber 4. 187 He Wrote 5. Don't Ring the Alarm (The Hei...
Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
- Duration: 4:46
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Music video by Spice 1 performing Welcome To The Ghetto. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Welcome_To_The_Ghetto
Music video by Spice 1 performing Welcome To The Ghetto. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 1705667
- author: Spice1VEVO
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
- Duration: 66:39
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me 5:04 Rap [Featuring] - E-40 2 Face Of A Desp...
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_-_AMERIKKKA'S_NIGHTMARE_(1994)_-_FULL_ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me 5:04 Rap [Featuring] - E-40 2 Face Of A Desp...
- published: 31 Oct 2013
- views: 87768
- author: ciechanowest
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
- Duration: 4:13
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Green, Jr. in Corsicana, Texas), is a West Coast rapper raised in Haywa...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Strap_on_the_side
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Green, Jr. in Corsicana, Texas), is a West Coast rapper raised in Haywa...
- published: 13 May 2007
- views: 1494884
- author: TRUEHIPH0P
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
- Duration: 4:08
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_187_Proof
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 1270345
- author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
- Duration: 3:50
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Face_Of_A_Desperate_Man
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 571880
- author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
- Duration: 4:37
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKKa's Nightmare" (RIAA Certified Gold) Date of Release: 11/22/1994 Re...
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Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKKa's Nightmare" (RIAA Certified Gold) Date of Release: 11/22/1994 Re...
- published: 27 Jun 2009
- views: 515214
- author: MrWicked61671
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
- Duration: 4:17
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5ypfys Google Play - http://tinyurl.com/ca4anp3 Music video by Spice 1...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Ghetto_Star
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5ypfys Google Play - http://tinyurl.com/ca4anp3 Music video by Spice 1...
- published: 02 Apr 2013
- views: 144385
- author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
- Duration: 3:53
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Music: http://tinyurl.com/mtnf9mk Google Play: http://tinyurl.com/moox5...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Sidelines_ft._Layzie_Bone
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Music: http://tinyurl.com/mtnf9mk Google Play: http://tinyurl.com/moox5...
- published: 29 Jan 2014
- views: 50506
- author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
- Duration: 60:50
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Chamber" 4. "187 He Wrote" 5. "Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)"ft. B...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_187_He_Wrote
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Chamber" 4. "187 He Wrote" 5. "Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)"ft. B...
- published: 25 Aug 2013
- views: 25570
- author: Boonk Goondini
Spice 1 - Thug in me
- Duration: 3:38
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Thug_in_me
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC.
- published: 10 Apr 2008
- views: 421127
- author: chiefshawn
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
- Duration: 9:07
- Updated: 30 Jul 2014
Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leading and influential artists of the era speak their mind about this e...
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Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leading and influential artists of the era speak their mind about this e...
- published: 16 Aug 2013
- views: 3813
- author: cratesofjr
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
- Duration: 3:31
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay sits with Spice 1 ...
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_speaks_on_getting_SHOT_(TMZ_xxl_mag_THE_SOURCE_bay_area_RAPPER)_-_PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay sits with Spice 1 ...
- published: 21 Jul 2008
- views: 96941
- author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
- Duration: 3:14
- Updated: 29 Jul 2013
Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album.
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Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album.
- published: 25 Nov 2007
- views: 563377
- author: BloodMoneyProd
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
- Duration: 4:53
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a ...
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Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a ...
- published: 31 Oct 2010
- views: 268693
- author: NGRGaNoN
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
- Duration: 5:22
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
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SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 26 Jul 2013
[ARTIST] - SPICE 1 [TRACK] - (5) TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE [ALBUM] - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE [RELEASED] - NOVEMBER 22, 1994 [LABEL] - JIVE RECORDS NO COPYRIG...
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[ARTIST] - SPICE 1 [TRACK] - (5) TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE [ALBUM] - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE [RELEASED] - NOVEMBER 22, 1994 [LABEL] - JIVE RECORDS NO COPYRIG...
- published: 21 Oct 2011
- views: 12598
- author: REALSTREETNIGGAMUZIK
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
- Duration: 25:37
- Updated: 23 Jul 2014
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-26,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_1 Spice 1 to jedna z tych kalifornijskich legend, które zaws...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_jedyny_polski_wywiad_interview_(Terrorym_Fever_3)_(Cz._1)_(Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-26,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_1 Spice 1 to jedna z tych kalifornijskich legend, które zaws...
- published: 26 Jan 2013
- views: 12667
- author: popkillerpl
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 12 Jul 2013
spice-1 and boss on a fire duet 1993.
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Spice 1-Bustas can't see me
- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 05 Aug 2013
Track 10, from the album "Amerikkkas Nightmare"
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Spice 1 "In My Neighborhood"
- Duration: 3:54
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
Too Short discovered rapper Spice 1, who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album ...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_"In_My_Neighborhood"
Too Short discovered rapper Spice 1, who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album ...
- published: 08 Feb 2008
- views: 557585
- author: BVMUndergroundHipHop
Spice 1 - 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
- Duration: 4:10
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
Music video by Spice 1 performing 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All). (C) 1995 Zomba Recording LLC.
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Music video by Spice 1 performing 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All). (C) 1995 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 341258
- author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Born II Die
- Duration: 4:35
- Updated: 22 Jul 2013
SOUNDTRACK TALES FROM DA HOOD (MOVIE)
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SOUNDTRACK TALES FROM DA HOOD (MOVIE)
- published: 23 May 2011
- views: 7111
- author: The Christian Hip Hop
Spice 1 - Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse
- Duration: 3:20
- Updated: 22 Aug 2014
Artist:Spice 1 Album:187 He Wrote Track 11 1. I'm the Fuckin' Murder 2. Dumpin' Em in Ditches 3. Gas Chamber 4. 187 He Wrote 5. Don't Ring the Alarm (The Hei...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Runnin'_Out_Da_Crackhouse
Artist:Spice 1 Album:187 He Wrote Track 11 1. I'm the Fuckin' Murder 2. Dumpin' Em in Ditches 3. Gas Chamber 4. 187 He Wrote 5. Don't Ring the Alarm (The Hei...
- published: 26 Dec 2010
- views: 21791
- author: KingBeatzProductions
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Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II NoneLive G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
2nd II None,Kokane,Kam,Mc Eiht,Spice 1,& Warrren G Live a tthe G.Funk Fest. live full show Edited By Bossolo Bossololive@gmail.com. -
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
SPICE 1 Live in Colorado at the Mishawaka Amphitheater performing "Strap on the Side of Me". Video shot by Dat Muthafucka Steve for EmceeTV. -
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014 ON THE BLACCOUT TOUR Shouts to Mr. Blacc & MBLA Entertainment. -
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
Spice Performing live at the Mishawaka Amphitheater in Mishawaka Colorado. -
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.FilmzSPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
East Bay Gangsta Live at the Observatory in Santa Ana Ca. Performing hits like I got 5 On It,187 Proof, a Hardcore Freestyle, & Sidelines Single Spice 1 feat... -
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, Sice One celebrate 6minutesTV one year anniversary live at Chene Park in Detroit. -
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
Unikatowe nagrania z koncertów tylko w Pakol TV !! Przed Wami Spice One na żywo z poznania !! Pamiętacie jeszcze Terrorym Feever 3 ??? Niebawem kolejne klipy... -
Spice 1 LIVE @ BOOMER's
Spice 1 LIVE @ BOOMER'sSpice 1 LIVE @ BOOMER's
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Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
Strap on the side of me. -
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NMDoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
YUNG FYNGAS & @TheRealSpice1 Live during his HATERZ NIGHTMARE TOUR in Las Cruces, New Mexico. -
Spice 1 live in Sweden
Spice 1 live in SwedenSpice 1 live in Sweden
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"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
Spice 1 performs live at the Roxy Theater Denver,CO 8.5.11. Spice 1 took time to talk to every fan no matter how drunk much respect!! -
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
The Spice Girls perform '2 Become 1' Live on the Strictly Come Dancing Final 2007. -
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007) -
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJSPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
SPICE ONE, SAN JOSE VOODOO LOUNGE 1/23/11.... -
Spice 1 Live Podczas Terrorym Fever 3
Spice 1 Live Podczas Terrorym Fever 3Spice 1 Live Podczas Terrorym Fever 3
Koncert Spice 1. -
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club RomeSpice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
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Spice 1 Live in the Bay Area
Spice 1 Live in the Bay AreaSpice 1 Live in the Bay Area
Spice 1 doing many of his classic hits live at the Time Out in Concord CA for DRU DOWN's bday bash and show. -
Spice 1 Live at The Jumping Turtle in San Marco, Ca. Dec. 2013
Spice 1 Live at The Jumping Turtle in San Marco, Ca. Dec. 2013Spice 1 Live at The Jumping Turtle in San Marco, Ca. Dec. 2013
G-1 from Tribe West and Flawless CEO bring you local artist and fans of HIP-HOP to witness the Rap styling of Spice1. Dec. 2013 See you on the AVE... -
Guce Ft. Young Droop Spice-1 - Live For The Funk
Guce Ft. Young Droop Spice-1 - Live For The FunkGuce Ft. Young Droop Spice-1 - Live For The Funk
Guce - If It Aint Real It Aint Official ©1998 Git Paid. -
king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live
king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Liveking t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live
Free Downloads http://2008MP3SFREE.INFO king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live. -
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 Live In Arnhem
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 Live In ArnhemSpice Girls - 2 Become 1 Live In Arnhem
SPICEWORLD TOUR 1998 LIVE IN ARNHEM 29/03/98 SPICE GIRLS Victoria Emma Melanie C Geri Mel B "2 Become 1" Candlelight and soul forever Dream of you and me tog... -
SPICE 1" LIVE"
SPICE 1" LIVE"SPICE 1" LIVE"
SPICE 1 LIVE FROM TIME OUT IN CONCORD.
Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
- Duration: 29:57
- Updated: 04 Jul 2014
2nd II None,Kokane,Kam,Mc Eiht,Spice 1,& Warrren G Live a tthe G.Funk Fest. live full show Edited By Bossolo Bossololive@gmail.com.
http://wn.com/Live_G_Funk_Fest_Kokane_Spice_1_Mc_Eiht_Warren_G_2nd_II_None
2nd II None,Kokane,Kam,Mc Eiht,Spice 1,& Warrren G Live a tthe G.Funk Fest. live full show Edited By Bossolo Bossololive@gmail.com.
- published: 19 Mar 2014
- views: 1858
- author: BOSSOLOTV
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
- Duration: 3:07
- Updated: 01 Aug 2014
SPICE 1 Live in Colorado at the Mishawaka Amphitheater performing "Strap on the Side of Me". Video shot by Dat Muthafucka Steve for EmceeTV.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Live_in_Colorado_"Strap_on_the_Side_of_Me"
SPICE 1 Live in Colorado at the Mishawaka Amphitheater performing "Strap on the Side of Me". Video shot by Dat Muthafucka Steve for EmceeTV.
- published: 13 Nov 2009
- views: 2323
- author: OfficialEmceeTV
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
- Duration: 7:16
- Updated: 18 Aug 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014 ON THE BLACCOUT TOUR Shouts to Mr. Blacc & MBLA Entertainment.
http://wn.com/SPICE1_Live_in_Bellingham_WA_Apr_2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014 ON THE BLACCOUT TOUR Shouts to Mr. Blacc & MBLA Entertainment.
- published: 07 Apr 2014
- views: 426
- author: thaarchivest
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
- Duration: 2:24
- Updated: 01 Aug 2014
Spice Performing live at the Mishawaka Amphitheater in Mishawaka Colorado.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Live_in_Colorado_187_Proof""
Spice Performing live at the Mishawaka Amphitheater in Mishawaka Colorado.
- published: 23 Nov 2009
- views: 1018
- author: OfficialEmceeTV
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
- Duration: 4:37
- Updated: 08 Aug 2014
East Bay Gangsta Live at the Observatory in Santa Ana Ca. Performing hits like I got 5 On It,187 Proof, a Hardcore Freestyle, & Sidelines Single Spice 1 feat...
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_LIVE_G_FUNK_FEST_Bossolo_Inc.Filmz
East Bay Gangsta Live at the Observatory in Santa Ana Ca. Performing hits like I got 5 On It,187 Proof, a Hardcore Freestyle, & Sidelines Single Spice 1 feat...
- published: 21 Mar 2014
- views: 533
- author: BOSSOLOTV
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
- Duration: 10:18
- Updated: 19 Jun 2014
Ice Cube, DMX, Sice One celebrate 6minutesTV one year anniversary live at Chene Park in Detroit.
http://wn.com/Ice_Cube,_DMX,_and_Spice_One_Live!_Keep_Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, Sice One celebrate 6minutesTV one year anniversary live at Chene Park in Detroit.
- published: 20 Oct 2009
- views: 2006
- author: 6MinutesTV
![Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141011204744im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DhJ2Pczke7c/0.jpg "Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]")
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
- Duration: 2:23
- Updated: 30 Mar 2014
Unikatowe nagrania z koncertów tylko w Pakol TV !! Przed Wami Spice One na żywo z poznania !! Pamiętacie jeszcze Terrorym Feever 3 ??? Niebawem kolejne klipy...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Live_@_Terrorym_Feever_3_Poznań_04.11.2012_Pakol_TV_
Unikatowe nagrania z koncertów tylko w Pakol TV !! Przed Wami Spice One na żywo z poznania !! Pamiętacie jeszcze Terrorym Feever 3 ??? Niebawem kolejne klipy...
- published: 15 Dec 2012
- views: 1258
- author: pakoltv
Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
- Duration: 1:28
- Updated: 27 Apr 2014
Strap on the side of me.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_live_in_Helsinki,_Finland_(2.11.2012)
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
- Duration: 26:54
- Updated: 07 Jan 2014
YUNG FYNGAS & @TheRealSpice1 Live during his HATERZ NIGHTMARE TOUR in Las Cruces, New Mexico.
http://wn.com/DoinIIMuch.TV._presents_SPICE_1_Live_in_Las_Cruces,_NM
YUNG FYNGAS & @TheRealSpice1 Live during his HATERZ NIGHTMARE TOUR in Las Cruces, New Mexico.
- published: 28 Sep 2013
- views: 76
- author: DoinIIMuch.TV.
"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
- Duration: 8:02
- Updated: 23 Jun 2014
Spice 1 performs live at the Roxy Theater Denver,CO 8.5.11. Spice 1 took time to talk to every fan no matter how drunk much respect!!
http://wn.com/"Spice_1"_Live_in_Concert_Pt.1
Spice 1 performs live at the Roxy Theater Denver,CO 8.5.11. Spice 1 took time to talk to every fan no matter how drunk much respect!!
- published: 12 Aug 2011
- views: 384
- author: KDubPromotions1
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
- Duration: 3:29
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
The Spice Girls perform '2 Become 1' Live on the Strictly Come Dancing Final 2007.
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_-_2_Become_1_(Live_on_Strictly_Come_Dancing)
The Spice Girls perform '2 Become 1' Live on the Strictly Come Dancing Final 2007.
- published: 22 Dec 2007
- views: 1569883
- author: kargovids
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
- Duration: 4:19
- Updated: 26 Aug 2014
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_-_2_Become_1_(Live_At_Strictly_Come_Dancing_2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
- published: 03 May 2010
- views: 90712
- author: MaRcK85
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
- Duration: 0:50
- Updated: 26 Jan 2011
SPICE ONE, SAN JOSE VOODOO LOUNGE 1/23/11....
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_LIVE_IN_SJ
Spice 1 Live Podczas Terrorym Fever 3
- Duration: 1:18
- Updated: 07 Mar 2014
Koncert Spice 1.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Live_Podczas_Terrorym_Fever_3
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
- Duration: 4:17
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
http://wn.com/Spice_1_&_Mike_Epps_on_stage_live_at_Club_Rome
Spice 1 Live in the Bay Area
- Duration: 3:00
- Updated: 29 Jan 2014
Spice 1 doing many of his classic hits live at the Time Out in Concord CA for DRU DOWN's bday bash and show.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Live_in_the_Bay_Area
Spice 1 doing many of his classic hits live at the Time Out in Concord CA for DRU DOWN's bday bash and show.
- published: 15 Sep 2007
- views: 7978
- author: photosbyalyssa
Spice 1 Live at The Jumping Turtle in San Marco, Ca. Dec. 2013
- Duration: 3:18
- Updated: 17 Apr 2014
G-1 from Tribe West and Flawless CEO bring you local artist and fans of HIP-HOP to witness the Rap styling of Spice1. Dec. 2013 See you on the AVE...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Live_at_The_Jumping_Turtle_in_San_Marco,_Ca._Dec._2013
G-1 from Tribe West and Flawless CEO bring you local artist and fans of HIP-HOP to witness the Rap styling of Spice1. Dec. 2013 See you on the AVE...
- published: 10 Apr 2014
- views: 46
- author: Duke Michaels
Guce Ft. Young Droop Spice-1 - Live For The Funk
- Duration: 4:46
- Updated: 14 Aug 2014
Guce - If It Aint Real It Aint Official ©1998 Git Paid.
http://wn.com/Guce_Ft._Young_Droop_Spice-1_-_Live_For_The_Funk
Guce - If It Aint Real It Aint Official ©1998 Git Paid.
- published: 31 Jul 2011
- views: 2414
- author: Monty B
king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live
- Duration: 6:32
- Updated: 09 Jun 2013
Free Downloads http://2008MP3SFREE.INFO king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live.
http://wn.com/king_t_-_westside_riders_(ft._spice_1)_-_One_Life_To_Live
Free Downloads http://2008MP3SFREE.INFO king t - westside riders (ft. spice 1) - One Life To Live.
- published: 04 Aug 2008
- views: 2591
- author: P4c0Hipur
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 Live In Arnhem
- Duration: 5:16
- Updated: 22 Aug 2014
SPICEWORLD TOUR 1998 LIVE IN ARNHEM 29/03/98 SPICE GIRLS Victoria Emma Melanie C Geri Mel B "2 Become 1" Candlelight and soul forever Dream of you and me tog...
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_-_2_Become_1_Live_In_Arnhem
SPICEWORLD TOUR 1998 LIVE IN ARNHEM 29/03/98 SPICE GIRLS Victoria Emma Melanie C Geri Mel B "2 Become 1" Candlelight and soul forever Dream of you and me tog...
- published: 04 Jan 2010
- views: 20851
- author: HUGOFERNANDORAMA1
SPICE 1" LIVE"
- Duration: 7:18
- Updated: 22 Dec 2013
SPICE 1 LIVE FROM TIME OUT IN CONCORD.
http://wn.com/SPICE_1"_LIVE"
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Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 1 (REAL MUSIC 2Pac HYPHY Menace II Society HARLEM) - PTBTV
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Spice 1 interview
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Spice 1 Interview - Major Skillz TV
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Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 1
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Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove... -
Spice 1 Interview Barrio 2 Barrio TV
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This interview was conducted @ The Record House in Fremont, Ca as Spice 1 was recording for an upcoming mixtape for The Stack and Mo Album. He Explains how h... -
brokencool.com - Spice 1 Interview
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Spice 1 Interview - Carnival Pictures 2012'
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This is a interview I conducted with westcoast rap legend Spice 1. Putting you up on game for the 2012/2013 season of new albums being released. - Carnival P... -
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 2) (Popkiller.pl)
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http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-27,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_2 W drugiej części mojego godzinnego wywiadu z legendarnym "... -
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 3 (FREESTYLE obama GANGSTA jive MYSPACE ridah HOMIES) - PTBTV
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http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 3 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak... -
Spice 1 Interview on Cali Mic Check - Haters Nightmare
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Episode #36 of Cali Mic Check. E.ROSE gets to interview OG rapper Spice 1. Cali Mic Check is hosted by E.ROSE and Filmed and Edited by SIDE B. -
Spice 1 Interview with Kimberly Ms. MTV
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Straight out of Cali representing the west coast rappers, Spice 1 came into town with Ice Cube at the Los Magnificos Carshow and Concert. Interviewed by Kimb... -
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 2 (OG's MILLIONS 90's GANGSTA East Bay UNITY Game) - PTBTV
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http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 2 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak... -
On the set / Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Part one of six.
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Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Langston Hughes poem is called to mind, what happens to a dream deferred, does it explode? At-risk can r... -
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 4
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Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove... -
Spice1 Interview
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Hear what Spice 1 had to say about the history making "Bay Area Rap Scene Awards". Directed & Edited by A-1 SWAY STILO PRODUCTIONZ 2006. -
Spice 1 Interview Part 5 (TupacNation.Net)
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Spice 1 Introduces Tupac To Kokane & Records The OG Version Of "Fame" | @GhettoFlameTV
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Spice 1 Speaks About Introducing Tupac To Kokane & Recording The Song "Fame". He Explains How The Song Was Released Without His & Kokane's Vocals... Check Ou... -
Spice 1 Interview Part 3 (TupacNation.Net)
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Murder Master Music Show - Episode 100 Spice-1 Kokane DJ Yella Interview
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http://itsmyurls.com/murdermaster Download The Entire Episode http://www.ugs4life.com/episode-100/ -
SPICE 1 INTERVIEW ON 107.1 FM IN PORTLAND
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WITH DJ KLYPH ON WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 1 (REAL MUSIC 2Pac HYPHY Menace II Society HARLEM) - PTBTV
- Duration: 10:00
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 1 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_PTBTV_Interview_Pt._1_(REAL_MUSIC_2Pac_HYPHY_Menace_II_Society_HARLEM)_-_PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 1 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
- published: 22 Jul 2008
- views: 66257
- author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 interview
- Duration: 5:08
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Spice 1 & Prime Minista Trick Dircted By: Hatari Jumbe A Smash Mouf Films.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_interview
Spice 1 & Prime Minista Trick Dircted By: Hatari Jumbe A Smash Mouf Films.
- published: 17 Jun 2014
- views: 267
- author: Hatari Jumbe
Spice 1 Interview - Major Skillz TV
- Duration: 4:18
- Updated: 02 Jun 2013
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_-_Major_Skillz_TV
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 1
- Duration: 15:03
- Updated: 06 Aug 2014
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_DubCnn_Interview_Pt._1
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...
- published: 05 Apr 2012
- views: 5295
- author: LiL D
Spice 1 Interview Barrio 2 Barrio TV
- Duration: 2:03
- Updated: 02 Jul 2013
This interview was conducted @ The Record House in Fremont, Ca as Spice 1 was recording for an upcoming mixtape for The Stack and Mo Album. He Explains how h...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_Barrio_2_Barrio_TV
This interview was conducted @ The Record House in Fremont, Ca as Spice 1 was recording for an upcoming mixtape for The Stack and Mo Album. He Explains how h...
- published: 07 Mar 2010
- views: 10284
- author: Barrio2BarrioTV
brokencool.com - Spice 1 Interview
- Duration: 7:29
- Updated: 19 Jun 2013
broken cool writer St. James sits down with Spice 1 to talk Soulja Boy, his father (who was a Black Panther), rapping in your 30s and more!
http://wn.com/brokencool.com_-_Spice_1_Interview
broken cool writer St. James sits down with Spice 1 to talk Soulja Boy, his father (who was a Black Panther), rapping in your 30s and more!
- published: 02 Apr 2009
- views: 5973
- author: brokencoolcom
Spice 1 Interview - Carnival Pictures 2012'
- Duration: 2:39
- Updated: 17 Feb 2014
This is a interview I conducted with westcoast rap legend Spice 1. Putting you up on game for the 2012/2013 season of new albums being released. - Carnival P...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_-_Carnival_Pictures_2012'
This is a interview I conducted with westcoast rap legend Spice 1. Putting you up on game for the 2012/2013 season of new albums being released. - Carnival P...
- published: 04 Aug 2012
- views: 1677
- author: Carnival Pictures
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 2) (Popkiller.pl)
- Duration: 24:50
- Updated: 17 Jul 2014
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-27,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_2 W drugiej części mojego godzinnego wywiadu z legendarnym "...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_jedyny_polski_wywiad_interview_(Terrorym_Fever_3)_(Cz._2)_(Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-27,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_2 W drugiej części mojego godzinnego wywiadu z legendarnym "...
- published: 27 Jan 2013
- views: 4408
- author: popkillerpl
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 3 (FREESTYLE obama GANGSTA jive MYSPACE ridah HOMIES) - PTBTV
- Duration: 10:03
- Updated: 29 Jul 2014
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 3 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_PTBTV_Interview_Pt._3_(FREESTYLE_obama_GANGSTA_jive_MYSPACE_ridah_HOMIES)_-_PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 3 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
- published: 24 Jul 2008
- views: 16454
- author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 Interview on Cali Mic Check - Haters Nightmare
- Duration: 5:17
- Updated: 01 Jul 2013
Episode #36 of Cali Mic Check. E.ROSE gets to interview OG rapper Spice 1. Cali Mic Check is hosted by E.ROSE and Filmed and Edited by SIDE B.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_on_Cali_Mic_Check_-_Haters_Nightmare
Episode #36 of Cali Mic Check. E.ROSE gets to interview OG rapper Spice 1. Cali Mic Check is hosted by E.ROSE and Filmed and Edited by SIDE B.
- published: 24 Nov 2011
- views: 1130
- author: CaliMicCheck
Spice 1 Interview with Kimberly Ms. MTV
- Duration: 1:31
- Updated: 12 Aug 2014
Straight out of Cali representing the west coast rappers, Spice 1 came into town with Ice Cube at the Los Magnificos Carshow and Concert. Interviewed by Kimb...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_with_Kimberly_Ms._MTV
Straight out of Cali representing the west coast rappers, Spice 1 came into town with Ice Cube at the Los Magnificos Carshow and Concert. Interviewed by Kimb...
- published: 19 Jul 2010
- views: 1525
- author: Ms. MTV
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 2 (OG's MILLIONS 90's GANGSTA East Bay UNITY Game) - PTBTV
- Duration: 10:43
- Updated: 25 Jan 2013
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 2 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_PTBTV_Interview_Pt._2_(OG's_MILLIONS_90's_GANGSTA_East_Bay_UNITY_Game)_-_PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 2 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...
- published: 23 Jul 2008
- views: 27661
- author: pushinthebay
On the set / Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Part one of six.
- Duration: 3:38
- Updated: 28 Feb 2013
Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Langston Hughes poem is called to mind, what happens to a dream deferred, does it explode? At-risk can r...
http://wn.com/On_the_set_Interview_with_Spice_1_One_of_the_stars_of_in_Da_Cut_Part_one_of_six.
Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Langston Hughes poem is called to mind, what happens to a dream deferred, does it explode? At-risk can r...
- published: 21 Nov 2011
- views: 182
- author: COLSACStudios
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 4
- Duration: 15:02
- Updated: 21 Apr 2014
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_DubCnn_Interview_Pt._4
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...
- published: 05 Apr 2012
- views: 854
- author: LiL D
Spice1 Interview
- Duration: 1:28
- Updated: 27 Oct 2012
Hear what Spice 1 had to say about the history making "Bay Area Rap Scene Awards". Directed & Edited by A-1 SWAY STILO PRODUCTIONZ 2006.
http://wn.com/Spice1_Interview
Hear what Spice 1 had to say about the history making "Bay Area Rap Scene Awards". Directed & Edited by A-1 SWAY STILO PRODUCTIONZ 2006.
- published: 18 Apr 2006
- views: 10582
- author: stilopro
Spice 1 Interview Part 5 (TupacNation.Net)
- Duration: 6:26
- Updated: 28 Dec 2012
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera.
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_Part_5_(TupacNation.Net)
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera.
- published: 22 Mar 2010
- views: 928
- author: TupacNationNet
Spice 1 Introduces Tupac To Kokane & Records The OG Version Of "Fame" | @GhettoFlameTV
- Duration: 2:47
- Updated: 29 Apr 2014
Spice 1 Speaks About Introducing Tupac To Kokane & Recording The Song "Fame". He Explains How The Song Was Released Without His & Kokane's Vocals... Check Ou...
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Introduces_Tupac_To_Kokane_&_Records_The_OG_Version_Of_"Fame"_|_@GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Speaks About Introducing Tupac To Kokane & Recording The Song "Fame". He Explains How The Song Was Released Without His & Kokane's Vocals... Check Ou...
- published: 02 Oct 2013
- views: 1602
- author: GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Interview Part 3 (TupacNation.Net)
- Duration: 8:25
- Updated: 22 Mar 2010
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera
http://wn.com/Spice_1_Interview_Part_3_(TupacNation.Net)
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera
- published: 22 Mar 2010
- views: 283
Murder Master Music Show - Episode 100 Spice-1 Kokane DJ Yella Interview
- Duration: 2:30
- Updated: 07 Feb 2014
http://itsmyurls.com/murdermaster Download The Entire Episode http://www.ugs4life.com/episode-100/
http://wn.com/Murder_Master_Music_Show_-_Episode_100_Spice-1_Kokane_DJ_Yella_Interview
http://itsmyurls.com/murdermaster Download The Entire Episode http://www.ugs4life.com/episode-100/
- published: 12 Jan 2014
- views: 67
- author: Murder Master Music Show
SPICE 1 INTERVIEW ON 107.1 FM IN PORTLAND
- Duration: 5:49
- Updated: 17 Feb 2014
WITH DJ KLYPH ON WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_INTERVIEW_ON_107.1_FM_IN_PORTLAND
WITH DJ KLYPH ON WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
- published: 09 Apr 2011
- views: 1830
- author: SPICE1FETTYCHICO
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C-Bo - Thug Lordz - Yukmouth, Spice 1 & C-Bo - Trilogy DVD
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Spice and Wolf - 1 - Wolf and Best Clothes
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Available on DVD 12/22/2009 http://funimation.com/spiceandwolf/ A merchant named Lawrence encounters Holo, a girl with the ears and tail of a wolf. An ancien... -
Haruka with Cherry Spice 1/2@EBINA
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20130526@海老名イオン店頭ステージにて～ 厚木インディーズA-I-M主催 「Hana^^Hana@イオン海老名店」フリーライブより. -
Super Spice Bros 2 - 1 Hour !
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Mowtendoo permission to make this video: http://imgur.com/YIy6p4Q Original Video: http://goo.gl/TLTmW Original Mix: http://goo.gl/ezn43. -
[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!
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Organiser: Olliepup Co-Organisers: Reeppm & BlockBusterBen Host: EXSoloScript Intro Designer: TheEmperCraft GameMode: To2 Extra Hearts Name: Laggy Cooked Bac... -
Elettronica 2014 - Lezione 49 - SPICE 1 di 2
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Old Spice Red Zone 1 HOUR
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Your Wish has been Granted fools. -
Azteca vs Spice (1) Jornada 3
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The Real Hip Hop - Mixtape Show #14 (Tha Alkaholiks, Spice 1, MC Eiht, Xzibit, Snoop, Dre)
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Playlist: Alkaholiks - Let It All Out (Instr mix) / Mary Jane (Instr mix) Cella Dwellas - We Got it Hemmed (Acapella remix) Alkaholiks -Only When I'm Drunk -... -
Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 2 - The Fall
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Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Verdict
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We are ready with our IN-depth Hands-on of the Spice Fire One Firefox Phone. Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Ve... -
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CASPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
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Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 Full
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Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 1. Shounin to Ookami to, Tabi no Nibasha - 00:00 2. Tabi no Tochuu - 02:45 3. Tooi Yakusoku wa... - 07:39 4. Shippo Danc... -
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
Hier die erste Folge der ersten Staffel des Animes Spice and Wolf (Ookami to Koushinryou). Ich hoffe er gefällt euch wenn ja, lasst doch ein Like oder einen Kommentar da. -
Spice Girls in America (1/4) - 1998 (True 480p)
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Spice World The Spice Girls Movie
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Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
http://goo.gl/D7iG7s Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 - Wolf and an Inadvertent Rift Lawrence and Holo travel to Kumerson, where a pagan festival is taking ...
C-Bo - Thug Lordz - Yukmouth, Spice 1 & C-Bo - Trilogy DVD
- Duration: 26:34
- Updated: 08 Jun 2014
http://www.itsmyurls.com/cbo Thug Lordz Smoke-a-Lot West Coast Mafia Records.
http://wn.com/C-Bo_-_Thug_Lordz_-_Yukmouth,_Spice_1_&_C-Bo_-_Trilogy_DVD
http://www.itsmyurls.com/cbo Thug Lordz Smoke-a-Lot West Coast Mafia Records.
- published: 18 Nov 2013
- views: 847
- author: C-Bo
Spice and Wolf - 1 - Wolf and Best Clothes
- Duration: 24:18
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Available on DVD 12/22/2009 http://funimation.com/spiceandwolf/ A merchant named Lawrence encounters Holo, a girl with the ears and tail of a wolf. An ancien...
http://wn.com/Spice_and_Wolf_-_1_-_Wolf_and_Best_Clothes
Available on DVD 12/22/2009 http://funimation.com/spiceandwolf/ A merchant named Lawrence encounters Holo, a girl with the ears and tail of a wolf. An ancien...
- published: 01 Dec 2009
- views: 1298300
- author: FUNimation
Haruka with Cherry Spice 1/2@EBINA
- Duration: 26:22
- Updated: 27 Nov 2013
20130526@海老名イオン店頭ステージにて～ 厚木インディーズA-I-M主催 「Hana^^Hana@イオン海老名店」フリーライブより.
http://wn.com/Haruka_with_Cherry_Spice_1_2@EBINA
20130526@海老名イオン店頭ステージにて～ 厚木インディーズA-I-M主催 「Hana^^Hana@イオン海老名店」フリーライブより.
- published: 08 Aug 2013
- views: 440
- author: hoshi5251
Super Spice Bros 2 - 1 Hour !
- Duration: 59:16
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Mowtendoo permission to make this video: http://imgur.com/YIy6p4Q Original Video: http://goo.gl/TLTmW Original Mix: http://goo.gl/ezn43.
http://wn.com/Super_Spice_Bros_2_-_1_Hour_!
Mowtendoo permission to make this video: http://imgur.com/YIy6p4Q Original Video: http://goo.gl/TLTmW Original Mix: http://goo.gl/ezn43.
- published: 01 Mar 2013
- views: 105564
- author: Mark van Dooremaal
![[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!](http://web.archive.org./web/20141011204744im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/IRKjnDw_4CY/0.jpg "[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!")
[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!
- Duration: 21:12
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
Organiser: Olliepup Co-Organisers: Reeppm & BlockBusterBen Host: EXSoloScript Intro Designer: TheEmperCraft GameMode: To2 Extra Hearts Name: Laggy Cooked Bac...
http://wn.com/_UHC_Sugar_and_Spice_S_1_EP_1_-_Welcome!
Organiser: Olliepup Co-Organisers: Reeppm & BlockBusterBen Host: EXSoloScript Intro Designer: TheEmperCraft GameMode: To2 Extra Hearts Name: Laggy Cooked Bac...
- published: 01 Sep 2014
- views: 22
- author: TheDarkraiGuy
Elettronica 2014 - Lezione 49 - SPICE 1 di 2
- Duration: 47:24
- Updated: 15 May 2014
Corso di Elettronica per il corso di laurea in Ingegneria delle Telecomunicazioni, Università di Pisa, primavera 2014.
http://wn.com/Elettronica_2014_-_Lezione_49_-_SPICE_1_di_2
Corso di Elettronica per il corso di laurea in Ingegneria delle Telecomunicazioni, Università di Pisa, primavera 2014.
- published: 15 May 2014
- views: 58
- author: Giuseppe Iannaccone
Old Spice Red Zone 1 HOUR
- Duration: 60:18
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
Your Wish has been Granted fools.
http://wn.com/Old_Spice_Red_Zone_1_HOUR
Azteca vs Spice (1) Jornada 3
- Duration: 27:11
- Updated: 11 Jul 2012
http://wn.com/Azteca_vs_Spice_(1)_Jornada_3
The Real Hip Hop - Mixtape Show #14 (Tha Alkaholiks, Spice 1, MC Eiht, Xzibit, Snoop, Dre)
- Duration: 60:01
- Updated: 08 Jul 2014
Playlist: Alkaholiks - Let It All Out (Instr mix) / Mary Jane (Instr mix) Cella Dwellas - We Got it Hemmed (Acapella remix) Alkaholiks -Only When I'm Drunk -...
http://wn.com/The_Real_Hip_Hop_-_Mixtape_Show_14_(Tha_Alkaholiks,_Spice_1,_MC_Eiht,_Xzibit,_Snoop,_Dre)
Playlist: Alkaholiks - Let It All Out (Instr mix) / Mary Jane (Instr mix) Cella Dwellas - We Got it Hemmed (Acapella remix) Alkaholiks -Only When I'm Drunk -...
- published: 14 Aug 2013
- views: 92
- author: DJLiquidSwords
Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 2 - The Fall
- Duration: 20:44
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/Sugar_and_Spice_S_1_EP_2_-_The_Fall
Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Verdict
- Duration: 21:16
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
We are ready with our IN-depth Hands-on of the Spice Fire One Firefox Phone. Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Ve...
http://wn.com/Spice_Fire_One_Mi_FX1_Unboxing_&_Full_Review_Features,_Performance,_Samples,_Verdict
We are ready with our IN-depth Hands-on of the Spice Fire One Firefox Phone. Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Ve...
- published: 31 Aug 2014
- views: 307
- author: Nothing Wired
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
- Duration: 25:01
- Updated: 01 Sep 2013
SPICEBERG SLIM LIVE @ MALONES IN SANTA ANA CA (TANK ON STAGE TOWARDS THE END)
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_LIVE_OC_CA
SPICEBERG SLIM LIVE @ MALONES IN SANTA ANA CA (TANK ON STAGE TOWARDS THE END)
- published: 09 Apr 2011
- views: 449
- author: JOHNNY PONCE
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 Full
- Duration: 72:58
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 1. Shounin to Ookami to, Tabi no Nibasha - 00:00 2. Tabi no Tochuu - 02:45 3. Tooi Yakusoku wa... - 07:39 4. Shippo Danc...
http://wn.com/Spice_And_Wolf_Original_Soundtrack_1_Full
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 1. Shounin to Ookami to, Tabi no Nibasha - 00:00 2. Tabi no Tochuu - 02:45 3. Tooi Yakusoku wa... - 07:39 4. Shippo Danc...
- published: 21 Aug 2013
- views: 94461
- author: Jawwssh
![Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141011204744im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/UeQh01ghGto/0.jpg "Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]")
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
- Duration: 24:00
- Updated: 15 Oct 2013
Hier die erste Folge der ersten Staffel des Animes Spice and Wolf (Ookami to Koushinryou). Ich hoffe er gefällt euch wenn ja, lasst doch ein Like oder einen Kommentar da.
http://wn.com/Spice_and_Wolf_Folge_1_Ger_Sub_
Hier die erste Folge der ersten Staffel des Animes Spice and Wolf (Ookami to Koushinryou). Ich hoffe er gefällt euch wenn ja, lasst doch ein Like oder einen Kommentar da.
- published: 15 Oct 2013
- views: 405
Spice Girls in America (1/4) - 1998 (True 480p)
- Duration: 24:40
- Updated: 31 Aug 2014
Spice Girls in America, A Tour Story. The Spice Girls press on in their Spiceworld world tour 2 weeks after Geri Halliwell leaves the band. -Please subscribe...
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_in_America_(1_4)_-_1998_(True_480p)
Spice Girls in America, A Tour Story. The Spice Girls press on in their Spiceworld world tour 2 weeks after Geri Halliwell leaves the band. -Please subscribe...
- published: 15 Aug 2012
- views: 31838
- author: chickenwing986
Spice World The Spice Girls Movie
- Duration: 92:31
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/Spice_World_The_Spice_Girls_Movie
Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
- Duration: 21:21
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
http://goo.gl/D7iG7s Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 - Wolf and an Inadvertent Rift Lawrence and Holo travel to Kumerson, where a pagan festival is taking ...
http://wn.com/Spice_and_Wolf_Season_2_Episode_1_(English_dub)
http://goo.gl/D7iG7s Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 - Wolf and an Inadvertent Rift Lawrence and Holo travel to Kumerson, where a pagan festival is taking ...
- published: 13 Mar 2012
- views: 21000
- author: zecohsox
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Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice StudiosGame Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
Spice Studios is in full gear and developing games left and right! My Twitter - https://twitter.com/PatrickFEggers Great youtuber, Please chekc him out :D MrRayHonda - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl0tFPcnLIR9H1LNoC0zPxg Music Used - George Michael - Careless Whisper -
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated FinalCycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
In Association with Liberty University Zaki Gordon Cinematic Arts Center, Section 2 Productions Presents "Pumpkin Spice". Actors: Jonathan Milograno, as Stephen Lucas Messenger, as Pumpkin/Dan Director: Rebekah Ruth Producer: Josh Laukaitis Camera Operator/ DP: Jordan Ream Boom/Swing: Ben Page Sound Mixer: Lewis Guthrie -
Spice 1 - Mind On My Money
Spice 1 - Mind On My MoneySpice 1 - Mind On My Money
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SPICE 1 BORN TO DIE
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Mc Eiht, Spice 1 & Redman Nuthin' But The Gangsta Music Video
Mc Eiht, Spice 1 & Redman Nuthin' But The Gangsta Music VideoMc Eiht, Spice 1 & Redman Nuthin' But The Gangsta Music Video
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Spice 1 Peace To My Nine
Spice 1 Peace To My NineSpice 1 Peace To My Nine
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Spice 1 In My Neighborhood
Spice 1 In My NeighborhoodSpice 1 In My Neighborhood
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Kabiri gettin' jiggy to Spice 1
Kabiri gettin' jiggy to Spice 1Kabiri gettin' jiggy to Spice 1
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Sugar 'N' Spice Season 1 Episode 4 - Supreme Annihilation
Sugar 'N' Spice Season 1 Episode 4 - Supreme AnnihilationSugar 'N' Spice Season 1 Episode 4 - Supreme Annihilation
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Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and YukmouthBrotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708 https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties http://instagram.com/mobties17708# http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php MobTies Enterprises #MOBTIES -
C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708 https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties http://instagram.com/mobties17708# http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php MobTies Enterprises #MOBTIES -
Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice GirlsJust Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
Des Info exclus du Just Dance 2015 et plus sur http://justdanceallovewhere44001.unblog.fr/ et sur http://teeven.unblog.fr/ Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fan-Just-Dance/1471010066487963 N’oublie pas de t'abonner et de maitre un pouce vert :-) -
2 Become 1 por Spice Girl
2 Become 1 por Spice Girl2 Become 1 por Spice Girl
Del Álbum Spice una de mis canciones favoritas. -
Chief Scrill and Spice 1
Chief Scrill and Spice 1Chief Scrill and Spice 1
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2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
Hello guys! We are MLV and we're from Indonesia.. We absolutely love this song and had a lot of fun doing this one. We hope you all enjoy the video! :) Original Song by : Spice Girls ------------... -
Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
Ganesha Communications, a niche Public Relations, Communications and Events firm, combined with its established leading Indian lifestyle authority www.indianspice.co.za represent the Indian tapestry to a diverse South African, African and international audience. -
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
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Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in IndiaSpice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, $25, review, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, $25, review, os, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, ama... -
Spice launched Firefox OS and Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 specifications (Hindi) | Mobile Talk News
Spice launched Firefox OS and Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 specifications (Hindi) | Mobile Talk NewsSpice launched Firefox OS and Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 specifications (Hindi) | Mobile Talk News
Official Website http://www.mobiletalknews.com/ To know more about Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 visit us http://www.mobiletalknews.com/2014/08/spice-fire-one-mi-... -
PORN WITHOUT PORN: Miami Spice (Part 1 of 2)
PORN WITHOUT PORN: Miami Spice (Part 1 of 2)PORN WITHOUT PORN: Miami Spice (Part 1 of 2)
It's a vague knock off of Miami Vice, in that it takes place in Miami and is about cops and drugs. Sorta. -
Spice the Squid (1-4)
Spice the Squid (1-4)Spice the Squid (1-4)
All of the animated shorts compiled into one. Get ready to shit yourself. -
Spice Girls Spice Album Mixes 1.
Spice Girls Spice Album Mixes 1.Spice Girls Spice Album Mixes 1.
Wannabe.00:01 Say you'll be there.02:50 2 Become 1.06:37 NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGMENT INTENDED THE CONTENT OF THIS VIDEO DOES NOT BELONG TO ME I'M NOT CLAIMING AN... -
F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]
F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]
11 - F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 Prod. by CARDO
Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
- Duration: 20:17
- Updated: 12 Sep 2014
Spice Studios is in full gear and developing games left and right!
My Twitter - https://twitter.com/PatrickFEggers
Great youtuber, Please chekc him out :D
MrRayHonda - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl0tFPcnLIR9H1LNoC0zPxg
Music Used - George Michael - Careless Whisper
http://wn.com/Game_Dev_Tycoon_Part_1_-_Welcome_To_Spice_Studios
Spice Studios is in full gear and developing games left and right!
My Twitter - https://twitter.com/PatrickFEggers
Great youtuber, Please chekc him out :D
MrRayHonda - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl0tFPcnLIR9H1LNoC0zPxg
Music Used - George Michael - Careless Whisper
- published: 12 Sep 2014
- views: 0
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
- Duration: 2:06
- Updated: 12 Sep 2014
In Association with Liberty University Zaki Gordon Cinematic Arts Center, Section 2 Productions Presents "Pumpkin Spice".
Actors:
Jonathan Milograno, as Stephen
Lucas Messenger, as Pumpkin/Dan
Director: Rebekah Ruth
Producer: Josh Laukaitis
Camera Operator/ DP: Jordan Ream
Boom/Swing: Ben Page
Sound Mixer: Lewis Guthrie
http://wn.com/Cycle_1_Project_Pumpkin_Spice_Updated_Final
In Association with Liberty University Zaki Gordon Cinematic Arts Center, Section 2 Productions Presents "Pumpkin Spice".
Actors:
Jonathan Milograno, as Stephen
Lucas Messenger, as Pumpkin/Dan
Director: Rebekah Ruth
Producer: Josh Laukaitis
Camera Operator/ DP: Jordan Ream
Boom/Swing: Ben Page
Sound Mixer: Lewis Guthrie
- published: 12 Sep 2014
- views: 3
Spice 1 - Mind On My Money
- Duration: 3:31
- Updated: 12 Sep 2014
Spice 1 - Mind On My Money-1997
http://wn.com/Spice_1_-_Mind_On_My_Money
Spice 1 - Mind On My Money-1997
- published: 12 Sep 2014
- views: 1
SPICE 1 BORN TO DIE
- Duration: 4:39
- Updated: 12 Sep 2014
SPICE 1 BORN TO DIE
http://wn.com/SPICE_1_BORN_TO_DIE
SPICE 1 BORN TO DIE
- published: 12 Sep 2014
- views: 2
Mc Eiht, Spice 1 & Redman Nuthin' But The Gangsta Music Video
- Duration: 5:30
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/Mc_Eiht,_Spice_1_&_Redman_Nuthin'_But_The_Gangsta_Music_Video
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 0
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 0
Spice 1 In My Neighborhood
- Duration: 3:54
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/Spice_1_In_My_Neighborhood
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 1
Kabiri gettin' jiggy to Spice 1
- Duration: 3:08
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
Description
http://wn.com/Kabiri_gettin'_jiggy_to_Spice_1
Description
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 0
Sugar 'N' Spice Season 1 Episode 4 - Supreme Annihilation
- Duration: 8:42
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
destroyed
http://wn.com/Sugar_'N'_Spice_Season_1_Episode_4_-_Supreme_Annihilation
destroyed
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 2
Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
- Duration: 4:45
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708
https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties
http://instagram.com/mobties17708#
http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php
MobTies Enterprises
#MOBTIES
http://wn.com/Brotha_Lynch_Hung_&_C_BO_Don't_Stop_feat_Spice_1_and_Yukmouth
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708
https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties
http://instagram.com/mobties17708#
http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php
MobTies Enterprises
#MOBTIES
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 1
C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708
https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties
http://instagram.com/mobties17708#
http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php
MobTies Enterprises
#MOBTIES
http://wn.com/C_Bo_&_Yukmouth_Thug_Lordz_Killa_Cali_Ft_Spice_1
https://www.facebook.com/MobTies17708
https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties
http://instagram.com/mobties17708#
http://www.thebayslaps.com/index.php
MobTies Enterprises
#MOBTIES
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 2
Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
- Duration: 3:00
- Updated: 11 Sep 2014
Des Info exclus du Just Dance 2015 et plus sur http://justdanceallovewhere44001.unblog.fr/
et sur http://teeven.unblog.fr/
Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fan-Just-Dance/1471010066487963
N’oublie pas de t'abonner et de maitre un pouce vert :-)
http://wn.com/Just_Dance_1_Wannabe,_Spice_Girls
Des Info exclus du Just Dance 2015 et plus sur http://justdanceallovewhere44001.unblog.fr/
et sur http://teeven.unblog.fr/
Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fan-Just-Dance/1471010066487963
N’oublie pas de t'abonner et de maitre un pouce vert :-)
- published: 11 Sep 2014
- views: 0
2 Become 1 por Spice Girl
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 10 Sep 2014
Del Álbum Spice una de mis canciones favoritas.
http://wn.com/2_Become_1_por_Spice_Girl
Del Álbum Spice una de mis canciones favoritas.
- published: 10 Sep 2014
- views: 10
- published: 10 Sep 2014
- views: 7
2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
- Duration: 3:55
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Hello guys! We are MLV and we're from Indonesia.. We absolutely love this song and had a lot of fun doing this one. We hope you all enjoy the video! :) Original Song by : Spice Girls ------------...
http://wn.com/2_Become_1_-_Spice_Girls_Cover_by_Milova
Hello guys! We are MLV and we're from Indonesia.. We absolutely love this song and had a lot of fun doing this one. We hope you all enjoy the video! :) Original Song by : Spice Girls ------------...
- published: 04 Sep 2014
- views: 2680
- author: MilovaTV
Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
- Duration: 2:51
- Updated: 26 Aug 2014
Ganesha Communications, a niche Public Relations, Communications and Events firm, combined with its established leading Indian lifestyle authority www.indianspice.co.za represent the Indian tapestry to a diverse South African, African and international audience.
http://wn.com/Indianspice_-_The_Incredible_Spice_Men_Series_1
Ganesha Communications, a niche Public Relations, Communications and Events firm, combined with its established leading Indian lifestyle authority www.indianspice.co.za represent the Indian tapestry to a diverse South African, African and international audience.
- published: 26 Aug 2014
- views: 1
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
- Duration: 4:00
- Updated: 26 Aug 2014
Track 2 from "Smooth Jamz"
www.jedicom.org
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_-_2_Become_1_--_MIDI_cover_by_DJ_A_New_Hope_(track_2)
Track 2 from "Smooth Jamz"
www.jedicom.org
- published: 26 Aug 2014
- views: 19
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
- Duration: 1:05
- Updated: 26 Aug 2014
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, $25, review, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, $25, review, os, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, ama...
http://wn.com/Spice_Fire_One_Mi-FX_1,_Firefox_OS_smartphone_price_about_38,_lands_in_India
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, $25, review, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, $25, review, os, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, ama...
- published: 25 Aug 2014
- views: 288
- author: Frustasi Channel
Spice launched Firefox OS and Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 specifications (Hindi) | Mobile Talk News
- Duration: 3:00
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Official Website http://www.mobiletalknews.com/ To know more about Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 visit us http://www.mobiletalknews.com/2014/08/spice-fire-one-mi-...
http://wn.com/Spice_launched_Firefox_OS_and_Spice_Fire_One_Mi_–_FX_1_specifications_(Hindi)_|_Mobile_Talk_News
Official Website http://www.mobiletalknews.com/ To know more about Spice Fire One Mi – FX 1 visit us http://www.mobiletalknews.com/2014/08/spice-fire-one-mi-...
- published: 23 Aug 2014
- views: 925
- author: Mobile Talk News
PORN WITHOUT PORN: Miami Spice (Part 1 of 2)
- Duration: 5:48
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
It's a vague knock off of Miami Vice, in that it takes place in Miami and is about cops and drugs. Sorta.
http://wn.com/PORN_WITHOUT_PORN_Miami_Spice_(Part_1_of_2)
It's a vague knock off of Miami Vice, in that it takes place in Miami and is about cops and drugs. Sorta.
- published: 22 Aug 2014
- views: 3246
- author: Watercooler Films
Spice the Squid (1-4)
- Duration: 5:21
- Updated: 16 Aug 2014
All of the animated shorts compiled into one. Get ready to shit yourself.
http://wn.com/Spice_the_Squid_(1-4)
All of the animated shorts compiled into one. Get ready to shit yourself.
- published: 16 Aug 2014
- views: 17
Spice Girls Spice Album Mixes 1.
- Duration: 10:27
- Updated: 17 Aug 2014
Wannabe.00:01 Say you'll be there.02:50 2 Become 1.06:37 NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGMENT INTENDED THE CONTENT OF THIS VIDEO DOES NOT BELONG TO ME I'M NOT CLAIMING AN...
http://wn.com/Spice_Girls_Spice_Album_Mixes_1.
Wannabe.00:01 Say you'll be there.02:50 2 Become 1.06:37 NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGMENT INTENDED THE CONTENT OF THIS VIDEO DOES NOT BELONG TO ME I'M NOT CLAIMING AN...
- published: 14 Aug 2014
- views: 5
- author: Jean Claude
![F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141011204744im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9kgD13OlJiA/0.jpg "F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]")
F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1 [Prod. by CARDO]
- Duration: 4:20
- Updated: 06 Aug 2014
11 - F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1
Prod. by CARDO
http://wn.com/F.A.M.E_-_Freddie_Gibbs_ft_Daz_Dillinger_&_Spice_1_Prod._by_CARDO_
11 - F.A.M.E - Freddie Gibbs ft Daz Dillinger & Spice 1
Prod. by CARDO
- published: 06 Aug 2014
- views: 15
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4:46
Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Music video by Spice 1 performing Welcome To The Ghetto. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC....
published: 25 Oct 2009
author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Spice 1 - Welcome To The Ghetto
Music video by Spice 1 performing Welcome To The Ghetto. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 1705667
- author: Spice1VEVO
66:39
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 ...
published: 31 Oct 2013
author: ciechanowest
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM
SPICE 1 - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE (1994) - FULL ALBUM - Hayward (California) track list : 1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me 5:04 Rap [Featuring] - E-40 2 Face Of A Desp...- published: 31 Oct 2013
- views: 87768
- author: ciechanowest
4:13
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Gree...
published: 13 May 2007
author: TRUEHIPH0P
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
Spice 1 - Strap on the side
by http://www.truehiphop.tv Spice 1 - Strap on the side 1994. Spice 1 (born Robert L. Green, Jr. in Corsicana, Texas), is a West Coast rapper raised in Haywa...- published: 13 May 2007
- views: 1494884
- author: TRUEHIPH0P
4:08
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC....
published: 25 Oct 2009
author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Music video by Spice 1 performing 187 Proof. (C) 1992 Zomba Recording LLC.- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 1270345
- author: Spice1VEVO
3:50
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC....
published: 25 Oct 2009
author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Spice 1 - Face Of A Desperate Man
Music video by Spice 1 performing Face Of A Desperate Man. (C) 1994 Zomba Recording LLC.- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 571880
- author: Spice1VEVO
4:37
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKK...
published: 27 Jun 2009
author: MrWicked61671
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. 2Pac)
Spice 1: Jealous Got Me Strapped - (feat. Tupac) Song Producer: Blackjack Album: "AmeriKKKa's Nightmare" (RIAA Certified Gold) Date of Release: 11/22/1994 Re...- published: 27 Jun 2009
- views: 515214
- author: MrWicked61671
4:17
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5yp...
published: 02 Apr 2013
author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
Spice 1 - Ghetto Star
Available now on iTunes! http://tinyurl.com/d77rvzg Amazon Music - http://tinyurl.com/c5ypfys Google Play - http://tinyurl.com/ca4anp3 Music video by Spice 1...- published: 02 Apr 2013
- views: 144385
- author: Spice1VEVO
3:53
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Musi...
published: 29 Jan 2014
author: Spice1VEVO
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
Spice 1 - Sidelines ft. Layzie Bone
For the single, "Sidelines". Available Now! iTunes: http://tinyurl.com/osgsn8d Amazon Music: http://tinyurl.com/mtnf9mk Google Play: http://tinyurl.com/moox5...- published: 29 Jan 2014
- views: 50506
- author: Spice1VEVO
60:50
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Cha...
published: 25 Aug 2013
author: Boonk Goondini
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 187 He Wrote
Spice 1│187 He Wrote│ 1."I'm the Fuckin' Murderer" 2. "Dumpin' 'em in Ditches" 3. "Gas Chamber" 4. "187 He Wrote" 5. "Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)"ft. B...- published: 25 Aug 2013
- views: 25570
- author: Boonk Goondini
3:38
Spice 1 - Thug in me
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC....
published: 10 Apr 2008
author: chiefshawn
Spice 1 - Thug in me
Spice 1 - Thug in me
Track 1 from one of my favorite Spice 1 albums - BLACK BOSSALINI 1997, RIP PAC.- published: 10 Apr 2008
- views: 421127
- author: chiefshawn
9:07
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leadi...
published: 16 Aug 2013
author: cratesofjr
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
1993 Gangsta Rap Documentary Part Two (2 Pac, Spice 1, Easy E, Onyx, & others)
Taking it back to the year of 1993 and a powerful phenomenon known as "gangsta rap", leading and influential artists of the era speak their mind about this e...- published: 16 Aug 2013
- views: 3813
- author: cratesofjr
3:31
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rar...
published: 21 Jul 2008
author: pushinthebay
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
SPICE 1 speaks on getting SHOT (TMZ xxl mag THE SOURCE bay area RAPPER) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay sits with Spice 1 ...- published: 21 Jul 2008
- views: 96941
- author: pushinthebay
3:14
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album....
published: 25 Nov 2007
author: BloodMoneyProd
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 - Trigga Gots No Heart
Spice 1 "Trigga Gots No Heart" music video from 187 He Wrote album.- published: 25 Nov 2007
- views: 563377
- author: BloodMoneyProd
4:53
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I ...
published: 31 Oct 2010
author: NGRGaNoN
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote
Lyrics: I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a ...- published: 31 Oct 2010
- views: 268693
- author: NGRGaNoN
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5:22
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
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published: 18 Jul 2012
author: Madd Phour
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
Spice 1 Interview Talks About Funkmaster Flex Dissing 2pac & About Pimp C's Death
- published: 18 Jul 2012
- views: 30213
- author: Madd Phour
4:05
SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
[ARTIST] - SPICE 1 [TRACK] - (5) TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE [ALBUM] - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMA...
published: 21 Oct 2011
author: REALSTREETNIGGAMUZIK
SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
SPICE 1 - TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE
[ARTIST] - SPICE 1 [TRACK] - (5) TELL ME WHAT THAT MAIL LIKE [ALBUM] - AMERIKKKA'S NIGHTMARE [RELEASED] - NOVEMBER 22, 1994 [LABEL] - JIVE RECORDS NO COPYRIG...- published: 21 Oct 2011
- views: 12598
- author: REALSTREETNIGGAMUZIK
25:37
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-26,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowyw...
published: 26 Jan 2013
author: popkillerpl
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 1) (Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-26,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_1 Spice 1 to jedna z tych kalifornijskich legend, które zaws...- published: 26 Jan 2013
- views: 12667
- author: popkillerpl
4:33
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
spice-1 and boss on a fire duet 1993....
published: 05 Nov 2010
author: barrebabyugk4life
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
spice-1 dont ring the alarm duet w-boss
spice-1 and boss on a fire duet 1993.- published: 05 Nov 2010
- views: 650
- author: barrebabyugk4life
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- Chat
29:57
Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
2nd II None,Kokane,Kam,Mc Eiht,Spice 1,& Warrren G Live a tthe G.Funk Fest. live full show...
published: 19 Mar 2014
author: BOSSOLOTV
Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
Live G Funk Fest Kokane Spice 1 Mc Eiht Warren G 2nd II None
2nd II None,Kokane,Kam,Mc Eiht,Spice 1,& Warrren G Live a tthe G.Funk Fest. live full show Edited By Bossolo Bossololive@gmail.com.- published: 19 Mar 2014
- views: 1858
- author: BOSSOLOTV
3:07
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
SPICE 1 Live in Colorado at the Mishawaka Amphitheater performing "Strap on the Side of Me...
published: 13 Nov 2009
author: OfficialEmceeTV
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
Spice 1 Live in Colorado "Strap on the Side of Me"
SPICE 1 Live in Colorado at the Mishawaka Amphitheater performing "Strap on the Side of Me". Video shot by Dat Muthafucka Steve for EmceeTV.- published: 13 Nov 2009
- views: 2323
- author: OfficialEmceeTV
7:16
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014 ON THE BLACCOUT TOUR Shouts to Mr. Blacc & MBLA Ente...
published: 07 Apr 2014
author: thaarchivest
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014
SPICE1 Live in Bellingham WA Apr 2014 ON THE BLACCOUT TOUR Shouts to Mr. Blacc & MBLA Entertainment.- published: 07 Apr 2014
- views: 426
- author: thaarchivest
2:24
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
Spice Performing live at the Mishawaka Amphitheater in Mishawaka Colorado....
published: 23 Nov 2009
author: OfficialEmceeTV
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
Spice 1 Live in Colorado 187 Proof""
Spice Performing live at the Mishawaka Amphitheater in Mishawaka Colorado.- published: 23 Nov 2009
- views: 1018
- author: OfficialEmceeTV
4:37
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
East Bay Gangsta Live at the Observatory in Santa Ana Ca. Performing hits like I got 5 On ...
published: 21 Mar 2014
author: BOSSOLOTV
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
SPICE 1 LIVE G FUNK FEST/ Bossolo Inc.Filmz
East Bay Gangsta Live at the Observatory in Santa Ana Ca. Performing hits like I got 5 On It,187 Proof, a Hardcore Freestyle, & Sidelines Single Spice 1 feat...- published: 21 Mar 2014
- views: 533
- author: BOSSOLOTV
10:18
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, Sice One celebrate 6minutesTV one year anniversary live at Chene Park in De...
published: 20 Oct 2009
author: 6MinutesTV
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, and Spice One Live! Keep Pushin!
Ice Cube, DMX, Sice One celebrate 6minutesTV one year anniversary live at Chene Park in Detroit.- published: 20 Oct 2009
- views: 2006
- author: 6MinutesTV
2:23
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
Unikatowe nagrania z koncertów tylko w Pakol TV !! Przed Wami Spice One na żywo z poznania...
published: 15 Dec 2012
author: pakoltv
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
Spice 1 - Live @ Terrorym Feever 3 Poznań 04.11.2012 [Pakol TV]
Unikatowe nagrania z koncertów tylko w Pakol TV !! Przed Wami Spice One na żywo z poznania !! Pamiętacie jeszcze Terrorym Feever 3 ??? Niebawem kolejne klipy...- published: 15 Dec 2012
- views: 1258
- author: pakoltv
1:28
Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
Strap on the side of me....
published: 03 Nov 2012
author: vili_ostarilta
Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
Spice 1 live in Helsinki, Finland (2.11.2012)
Strap on the side of me.- published: 03 Nov 2012
- views: 708
- author: vili_ostarilta
26:54
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
YUNG FYNGAS & @TheRealSpice1 Live during his HATERZ NIGHTMARE TOUR in Las Cruces, New Mexi...
published: 28 Sep 2013
author: DoinIIMuch.TV.
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
DoinIIMuch.TV. presents SPICE 1 Live in Las Cruces, NM
YUNG FYNGAS & @TheRealSpice1 Live during his HATERZ NIGHTMARE TOUR in Las Cruces, New Mexico.- published: 28 Sep 2013
- views: 76
- author: DoinIIMuch.TV.
8:02
"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
Spice 1 performs live at the Roxy Theater Denver,CO 8.5.11. Spice 1 took time to talk to e...
published: 12 Aug 2011
author: KDubPromotions1
"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
"Spice 1" Live in Concert Pt.1
Spice 1 performs live at the Roxy Theater Denver,CO 8.5.11. Spice 1 took time to talk to every fan no matter how drunk much respect!!- published: 12 Aug 2011
- views: 384
- author: KDubPromotions1
3:29
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
The Spice Girls perform '2 Become 1' Live on the Strictly Come Dancing Final 2007....
published: 22 Dec 2007
author: kargovids
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live on Strictly Come Dancing)
The Spice Girls perform '2 Become 1' Live on the Strictly Come Dancing Final 2007.- published: 22 Dec 2007
- views: 1569883
- author: kargovids
4:19
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)...
published: 03 May 2010
author: MaRcK85
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (Live At Strictly Come Dancing 2007)- published: 03 May 2010
- views: 90712
- author: MaRcK85
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0:50
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
SPICE ONE, SAN JOSE VOODOO LOUNGE 1/23/11.......
published: 25 Jan 2011
author: THE831RDMN
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
SPICE 1 LIVE IN SJ
SPICE ONE, SAN JOSE VOODOO LOUNGE 1/23/11....- published: 25 Jan 2011
- views: 146
- author: THE831RDMN
4:17
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
...
published: 28 Feb 2012
author: Marshall Day
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
Spice 1 & Mike Epps on stage live at Club Rome
- published: 28 Feb 2012
- views: 2446
- author: Marshall Day
3:00
Spice 1 Live in the Bay Area
Spice 1 doing many of his classic hits live at the Time Out in Concord CA for DRU DOWN's b...
published: 15 Sep 2007
author: photosbyalyssa
Spice 1 Live in the Bay Area
Spice 1 Live in the Bay Area
Spice 1 doing many of his classic hits live at the Time Out in Concord CA for DRU DOWN's bday bash and show.- published: 15 Sep 2007
- views: 7978
- author: photosbyalyssa
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10:00
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 1 (REAL MUSIC 2Pac HYPHY Menace II Society HARLEM) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 1 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this ex...
published: 22 Jul 2008
author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 1 (REAL MUSIC 2Pac HYPHY Menace II Society HARLEM) - PTBTV
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 1 (REAL MUSIC 2Pac HYPHY Menace II Society HARLEM) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 1 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...- published: 22 Jul 2008
- views: 66257
- author: pushinthebay
5:08
Spice 1 interview
Spice 1 & Prime Minista Trick Dircted By: Hatari Jumbe A Smash Mouf Films....
published: 17 Jun 2014
author: Hatari Jumbe
Spice 1 interview
Spice 1 interview
Spice 1 & Prime Minista Trick Dircted By: Hatari Jumbe A Smash Mouf Films.- published: 17 Jun 2014
- views: 267
- author: Hatari Jumbe
4:18
Spice 1 Interview - Major Skillz TV
...
published: 17 Nov 2012
author: LOYALFAMILIARECORDS
Spice 1 Interview - Major Skillz TV
15:03
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 1
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth...
published: 05 Apr 2012
author: LiL D
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 1
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 1
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...- published: 05 Apr 2012
- views: 5295
- author: LiL D
2:03
Spice 1 Interview Barrio 2 Barrio TV
This interview was conducted @ The Record House in Fremont, Ca as Spice 1 was recording fo...
published: 07 Mar 2010
author: Barrio2BarrioTV
Spice 1 Interview Barrio 2 Barrio TV
Spice 1 Interview Barrio 2 Barrio TV
This interview was conducted @ The Record House in Fremont, Ca as Spice 1 was recording for an upcoming mixtape for The Stack and Mo Album. He Explains how h...- published: 07 Mar 2010
- views: 10284
- author: Barrio2BarrioTV
7:29
brokencool.com - Spice 1 Interview
broken cool writer St. James sits down with Spice 1 to talk Soulja Boy, his father (who wa...
published: 02 Apr 2009
author: brokencoolcom
brokencool.com - Spice 1 Interview
brokencool.com - Spice 1 Interview
broken cool writer St. James sits down with Spice 1 to talk Soulja Boy, his father (who was a Black Panther), rapping in your 30s and more!- published: 02 Apr 2009
- views: 5973
- author: brokencoolcom
2:39
Spice 1 Interview - Carnival Pictures 2012'
This is a interview I conducted with westcoast rap legend Spice 1. Putting you up on game ...
published: 04 Aug 2012
author: Carnival Pictures
Spice 1 Interview - Carnival Pictures 2012'
Spice 1 Interview - Carnival Pictures 2012'
This is a interview I conducted with westcoast rap legend Spice 1. Putting you up on game for the 2012/2013 season of new albums being released. - Carnival P...- published: 04 Aug 2012
- views: 1677
- author: Carnival Pictures
24:50
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 2) (Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-27,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowyw...
published: 27 Jan 2013
author: popkillerpl
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 2) (Popkiller.pl)
Spice 1 - jedyny polski wywiad / interview (Terrorym Fever 3) (Cz. 2) (Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/2013-01-27,spice_1_moja_muzyka_jest_historia_mojego_zycia_videowywiad_cz_2 W drugiej części mojego godzinnego wywiadu z legendarnym "...- published: 27 Jan 2013
- views: 4408
- author: popkillerpl
10:03
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 3 (FREESTYLE obama GANGSTA jive MYSPACE ridah HOMIES) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 3 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this ex...
published: 24 Jul 2008
author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 3 (FREESTYLE obama GANGSTA jive MYSPACE ridah HOMIES) - PTBTV
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 3 (FREESTYLE obama GANGSTA jive MYSPACE ridah HOMIES) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 3 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...- published: 24 Jul 2008
- views: 16454
- author: pushinthebay
5:17
Spice 1 Interview on Cali Mic Check - Haters Nightmare
Episode #36 of Cali Mic Check. E.ROSE gets to interview OG rapper Spice 1. Cali Mic Check ...
published: 24 Nov 2011
author: CaliMicCheck
Spice 1 Interview on Cali Mic Check - Haters Nightmare
Spice 1 Interview on Cali Mic Check - Haters Nightmare
Episode #36 of Cali Mic Check. E.ROSE gets to interview OG rapper Spice 1. Cali Mic Check is hosted by E.ROSE and Filmed and Edited by SIDE B.- published: 24 Nov 2011
- views: 1130
- author: CaliMicCheck
1:31
Spice 1 Interview with Kimberly Ms. MTV
Straight out of Cali representing the west coast rappers, Spice 1 came into town with Ice ...
published: 19 Jul 2010
author: Ms. MTV
Spice 1 Interview with Kimberly Ms. MTV
Spice 1 Interview with Kimberly Ms. MTV
Straight out of Cali representing the west coast rappers, Spice 1 came into town with Ice Cube at the Los Magnificos Carshow and Concert. Interviewed by Kimb...- published: 19 Jul 2010
- views: 1525
- author: Ms. MTV
10:43
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 2 (OG's MILLIONS 90's GANGSTA East Bay UNITY Game) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 2 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this ex...
published: 23 Jul 2008
author: pushinthebay
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 2 (OG's MILLIONS 90's GANGSTA East Bay UNITY Game) - PTBTV
Spice 1 PTBTV Interview Pt. 2 (OG's MILLIONS 90's GANGSTA East Bay UNITY Game) - PTBTV
http://www.pushinthebay.com - PART 2 of 3. PTBTV aka Pushin' The Bay EXCLUSIVE! In this exclusive / rare video, Emcee T aka The Chinese King of the Bay speak...- published: 23 Jul 2008
- views: 27661
- author: pushinthebay
3:38
On the set / Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Part one of six.
Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Langston Hughes poem is called to min...
published: 21 Nov 2011
author: COLSACStudios
On the set / Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Part one of six.
On the set / Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Part one of six.
Interview with Spice 1 One of the stars of in Da Cut Langston Hughes poem is called to mind, what happens to a dream deferred, does it explode? At-risk can r...- published: 21 Nov 2011
- views: 182
- author: COLSACStudios
15:02
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 4
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth...
published: 05 Apr 2012
author: LiL D
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 4
Spice 1 DubCnn Interview Pt. 4
Dubcnn linked up with the legendary Spice 1 for a three part interview, his first in-depth interview since he was shot late last year. Spice has fully recove...- published: 05 Apr 2012
- views: 854
- author: LiL D
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1:28
Spice1 Interview
Hear what Spice 1 had to say about the history making "Bay Area Rap Scene Awards". Directe...
published: 18 Apr 2006
author: stilopro
Spice1 Interview
Spice1 Interview
Hear what Spice 1 had to say about the history making "Bay Area Rap Scene Awards". Directed & Edited by A-1 SWAY STILO PRODUCTIONZ 2006.- published: 18 Apr 2006
- views: 10582
- author: stilopro
6:26
Spice 1 Interview Part 5 (TupacNation.Net)
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera....
published: 22 Mar 2010
author: TupacNationNet
Spice 1 Interview Part 5 (TupacNation.Net)
Spice 1 Interview Part 5 (TupacNation.Net)
October 2009 Interview with Spice 1 by Kevin Rivera.- published: 22 Mar 2010
- views: 928
- author: TupacNationNet
2:47
Spice 1 Introduces Tupac To Kokane & Records The OG Version Of "Fame" | @GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Speaks About Introducing Tupac To Kokane & Recording The Song "Fame". He Explains ...
published: 02 Oct 2013
author: GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Introduces Tupac To Kokane & Records The OG Version Of "Fame" | @GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Introduces Tupac To Kokane & Records The OG Version Of "Fame" | @GhettoFlameTV
Spice 1 Speaks About Introducing Tupac To Kokane & Recording The Song "Fame". He Explains How The Song Was Released Without His & Kokane's Vocals... Check Ou...- published: 02 Oct 2013
- views: 1602
- author: GhettoFlameTV
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26:34
C-Bo - Thug Lordz - Yukmouth, Spice 1 & C-Bo - Trilogy DVD
http://www.itsmyurls.com/cbo Thug Lordz Smoke-a-Lot West Coast Mafia Records....
published: 18 Nov 2013
author: C-Bo
C-Bo - Thug Lordz - Yukmouth, Spice 1 & C-Bo - Trilogy DVD
C-Bo - Thug Lordz - Yukmouth, Spice 1 & C-Bo - Trilogy DVD
http://www.itsmyurls.com/cbo Thug Lordz Smoke-a-Lot West Coast Mafia Records.- published: 18 Nov 2013
- views: 847
- author: C-Bo
24:18
Spice and Wolf - 1 - Wolf and Best Clothes
Available on DVD 12/22/2009 http://funimation.com/spiceandwolf/ A merchant named Lawrence ...
published: 01 Dec 2009
author: FUNimation
Spice and Wolf - 1 - Wolf and Best Clothes
Spice and Wolf - 1 - Wolf and Best Clothes
Available on DVD 12/22/2009 http://funimation.com/spiceandwolf/ A merchant named Lawrence encounters Holo, a girl with the ears and tail of a wolf. An ancien...- published: 01 Dec 2009
- views: 1298300
- author: FUNimation
26:22
Haruka with Cherry Spice 1/2@EBINA
20130526@海老名イオン店頭ステージにて～ 厚木インディーズA-I-M主催 「Hana^^Hana@イオン海老名店」フリーライブより....
published: 08 Aug 2013
author: hoshi5251
Haruka with Cherry Spice 1/2@EBINA
Haruka with Cherry Spice 1/2@EBINA
20130526@海老名イオン店頭ステージにて～ 厚木インディーズA-I-M主催 「Hana^^Hana@イオン海老名店」フリーライブより.- published: 08 Aug 2013
- views: 440
- author: hoshi5251
59:16
Super Spice Bros 2 - 1 Hour !
Mowtendoo permission to make this video: http://imgur.com/YIy6p4Q Original Video: http://g...
published: 01 Mar 2013
author: Mark van Dooremaal
Super Spice Bros 2 - 1 Hour !
Super Spice Bros 2 - 1 Hour !
Mowtendoo permission to make this video: http://imgur.com/YIy6p4Q Original Video: http://goo.gl/TLTmW Original Mix: http://goo.gl/ezn43.- published: 01 Mar 2013
- views: 105564
- author: Mark van Dooremaal
21:12
[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!
Organiser: Olliepup Co-Organisers: Reeppm & BlockBusterBen Host: EXSoloScript Intro Design...
published: 01 Sep 2014
author: TheDarkraiGuy
[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!
[UHC] Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 1 - Welcome!
Organiser: Olliepup Co-Organisers: Reeppm & BlockBusterBen Host: EXSoloScript Intro Designer: TheEmperCraft GameMode: To2 Extra Hearts Name: Laggy Cooked Bac...- published: 01 Sep 2014
- views: 22
- author: TheDarkraiGuy
47:24
Elettronica 2014 - Lezione 49 - SPICE 1 di 2
Corso di Elettronica per il corso di laurea in Ingegneria delle Telecomunicazioni, Univers...
published: 15 May 2014
author: Giuseppe Iannaccone
Elettronica 2014 - Lezione 49 - SPICE 1 di 2
Elettronica 2014 - Lezione 49 - SPICE 1 di 2
Corso di Elettronica per il corso di laurea in Ingegneria delle Telecomunicazioni, Università di Pisa, primavera 2014.- published: 15 May 2014
- views: 58
- author: Giuseppe Iannaccone
60:18
Old Spice Red Zone 1 HOUR
Your Wish has been Granted fools....
published: 12 Nov 2012
author: DiscordedRainbowDash
Old Spice Red Zone 1 HOUR
Old Spice Red Zone 1 HOUR
Your Wish has been Granted fools.- published: 12 Nov 2012
- views: 10660
- author: DiscordedRainbowDash
60:01
The Real Hip Hop - Mixtape Show #14 (Tha Alkaholiks, Spice 1, MC Eiht, Xzibit, Snoop, Dre)
Playlist: Alkaholiks - Let It All Out (Instr mix) / Mary Jane (Instr mix) Cella Dwellas - ...
published: 14 Aug 2013
author: DJLiquidSwords
The Real Hip Hop - Mixtape Show #14 (Tha Alkaholiks, Spice 1, MC Eiht, Xzibit, Snoop, Dre)
The Real Hip Hop - Mixtape Show #14 (Tha Alkaholiks, Spice 1, MC Eiht, Xzibit, Snoop, Dre)
Playlist: Alkaholiks - Let It All Out (Instr mix) / Mary Jane (Instr mix) Cella Dwellas - We Got it Hemmed (Acapella remix) Alkaholiks -Only When I'm Drunk -...- published: 14 Aug 2013
- views: 92
- author: DJLiquidSwords
20:44
Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 2 - The Fall
...
published: 03 Sep 2014
author: TheDarkraiGuy
Sugar and Spice S 1 EP 2 - The Fall
21:16
Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Verdict
We are ready with our IN-depth Hands-on of the Spice Fire One Firefox Phone. Spice Fire On...
published: 31 Aug 2014
author: Nothing Wired
Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Verdict
Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Verdict
We are ready with our IN-depth Hands-on of the Spice Fire One Firefox Phone. Spice Fire One Mi FX1 Unboxing & Full Review: Features, Performance, Samples, Ve...- published: 31 Aug 2014
- views: 307
- author: Nothing Wired
25:01
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
SPICEBERG SLIM LIVE @ MALONES IN SANTA ANA CA (TANK ON STAGE TOWARDS THE END)...
published: 09 Apr 2011
author: JOHNNY PONCE
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
SPICE 1 LIVE OC CA
SPICEBERG SLIM LIVE @ MALONES IN SANTA ANA CA (TANK ON STAGE TOWARDS THE END)- published: 09 Apr 2011
- views: 449
- author: JOHNNY PONCE
72:58
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 Full
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 1. Shounin to Ookami to, Tabi no Nibasha - 00:00 2. T...
published: 21 Aug 2013
author: Jawwssh
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 Full
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 Full
Spice And Wolf Original Soundtrack 1 1. Shounin to Ookami to, Tabi no Nibasha - 00:00 2. Tabi no Tochuu - 02:45 3. Tooi Yakusoku wa... - 07:39 4. Shippo Danc...- published: 21 Aug 2013
- views: 94461
- author: Jawwssh
24:00
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
Hier die erste Folge der ersten Staffel des Animes Spice and Wolf (Ookami to Koushinryou)....
published: 15 Oct 2013
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
Spice and Wolf Folge 1 [Ger Sub]
Hier die erste Folge der ersten Staffel des Animes Spice and Wolf (Ookami to Koushinryou). Ich hoffe er gefällt euch wenn ja, lasst doch ein Like oder einen Kommentar da.- published: 15 Oct 2013
- views: 405
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24:40
Spice Girls in America (1/4) - 1998 (True 480p)
Spice Girls in America, A Tour Story. The Spice Girls press on in their Spiceworld world t...
published: 15 Aug 2012
author: chickenwing986
Spice Girls in America (1/4) - 1998 (True 480p)
Spice Girls in America (1/4) - 1998 (True 480p)
Spice Girls in America, A Tour Story. The Spice Girls press on in their Spiceworld world tour 2 weeks after Geri Halliwell leaves the band. -Please subscribe...- published: 15 Aug 2012
- views: 31838
- author: chickenwing986
92:31
Spice World The Spice Girls Movie
...
published: 28 Apr 2013
author: Александр Платонов
Spice World The Spice Girls Movie
21:21
Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
http://goo.gl/D7iG7s Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 - Wolf and an Inadvertent Rift Lawr...
published: 13 Mar 2012
author: zecohsox
Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 (English dub)
http://goo.gl/D7iG7s Spice and Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 - Wolf and an Inadvertent Rift Lawrence and Holo travel to Kumerson, where a pagan festival is taking ...- published: 13 Mar 2012
- views: 21000
- author: zecohsox
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20:17
Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
Spice Studios is in full gear and developing games left and right!
My Twitter - https://t...
published: 12 Sep 2014
Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
Game Dev Tycoon Part 1 - Welcome To Spice Studios
Spice Studios is in full gear and developing games left and right! My Twitter - https://twitter.com/PatrickFEggers Great youtuber, Please chekc him out :D MrRayHonda - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl0tFPcnLIR9H1LNoC0zPxg Music Used - George Michael - Careless Whisper- published: 12 Sep 2014
- views: 0
2:06
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
In Association with Liberty University Zaki Gordon Cinematic Arts Center, Section 2 Produc...
published: 12 Sep 2014
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
Cycle 1 Project Pumpkin Spice Updated Final
In Association with Liberty University Zaki Gordon Cinematic Arts Center, Section 2 Productions Presents "Pumpkin Spice". Actors: Jonathan Milograno, as Stephen Lucas Messenger, as Pumpkin/Dan Director: Rebekah Ruth Producer: Josh Laukaitis Camera Operator/ DP: Jordan Ream Boom/Swing: Ben Page Sound Mixer: Lewis Guthrie- published: 12 Sep 2014
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Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
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Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
Brotha Lynch Hung & C BO Don't Stop feat Spice 1 and Yukmouth
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C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
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C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
C Bo & Yukmouth Thug Lordz Killa Cali Ft Spice 1
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Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
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Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
Just Dance 1 Wannabe, Spice Girls
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2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
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2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
2 Become 1 - Spice Girls Cover by Milova
Hello guys! We are MLV and we're from Indonesia.. We absolutely love this song and had a lot of fun doing this one. We hope you all enjoy the video! :) Original Song by : Spice Girls ------------...- published: 04 Sep 2014
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Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
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Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
Indianspice - The Incredible Spice Men Series 1
Ganesha Communications, a niche Public Relations, Communications and Events firm, combined with its established leading Indian lifestyle authority www.indianspice.co.za represent the Indian tapestry to a diverse South African, African and international audience.- published: 26 Aug 2014
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Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
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Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 -- MIDI cover by DJ A New Hope (track 2)
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Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
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Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, Firefox OS smartphone price about 38$, lands in India
Spice Fire One Mi-FX 1, $25, review, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, $25, review, os, for sale, india, specs, buy, uk, price, emulator, ama...- published: 25 Aug 2014
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10 Oct 2014
Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. The family of the first person to die of Ebola in the U.S. has a right to be upset. Especially since Ebola was just one of several factors which caused his death. Along with "unfair" treatment, Thomas Duncan was killed by nativism, classism, racism, and corporatism. Although three U.S ... Since much of the healthcare industry in the U.S ... Classism still plagues the U.S ... corporatism....(size: 4.9Kb)
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09 Oct 2014
Reports surrounding Kim Jong-un’s prolonged absence are now suggesting the North Korean leader may have been subjected to an attempted coup, over a month after he disappeared from the public eye. Kim, a man whose appearance is central to state propaganda, has not been seen at an event since 3 September. Rumours are rife as to where the leader of the notoriously secretive state could be ... Experts say Kim Jong-un has been deposed ... ....(size: 3.0Kb)
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11 Oct 2014
Iraqi officials have made an urgent appeal for military help in the western Anbar province, saying the area could fall to Islamic State (IS) militants. The jihadist group has been attacking the provincial capital Ramadi, and has seized army bases in the area. A US official told AFP news agency the situation in Anbar was "fragile". IS fighters control large stretches of territory in Syria and Iraq ... 'Fall in days' ... ....(size: 3.2Kb)
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11 Oct 2014
When Western powers imposed sanctions on Russia, the plan was to target President Vladimir Putin's circle of influence, to hit the oil and banking industry, to hopefully force a pull-back on Ukraine, and avoid damage to the larger economy. But a strange thing has happened. Russian consumers are feeling the pinch, the currency is in a mess, and unemployment is at a record low ... In the latest, Twitter is in essence suing the US government....(size: 3.3Kb)
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11 Oct 2014
Teams equipped with thermal guns will take temperature of travellers from Liberia, Sierra Leone and Guinea. Passengers pass through the ecurity checkpoints at John F Kennedy International airport. Photograph. Michael Nagle/Getty Images ... The measures come after Thomas Eric Duncan, the first patient to be diagnosed with Ebola outside Africa, died on Wednesday in a Texas hospital ... Sign up for the Guardian Today ... Sign up for the daily email. ....(size: 3.2Kb)
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11 Oct 2014
You'll never drink your Pumpkin Spice Latte without thinking about Taylor Swift ever again. Maxwell Glick pairs the two to hilarious effect in his new"Shake It Off" parody, uploaded to YouTube this week ... It's like my life's improvin' now that I have my sweet frothy Pumpkin Spice!" Glick sings, clutching four of the lattes as he struts down the street. We hope for Glick's sake that Pumpkin Spice season finds a way to last all year long. ....(size: 0.5Kb)
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Syracuse
11 Oct 2014
the Pumpkin Spice Latte ... If you've ever asked yourself what a PSL would taste like with actual pumpkin in it -- that's right; the Starbucks latte, not to mention most other things containing "pumpkin spice," doesn't actually contain any pumpkin -- wonder no more. Make your own spicy, frothy pumpkin spice latte at home ... Pumpkin Spice Latte ... 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice, plus more to garnish ... Make a big batch of pumpkin spice mix-in....(size: 3.3Kb)
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Business Insider
11 Oct 2014
Screenshot / MonsieurHere's what Monsieur could look like in action. See Also ... It ain't easy to be the one mixing the drinks ... The seed-stage fundraise was led by BIP Capital and comes about a year after it debuted a successful Kickstarter campaign ... email ... OR ... Loading. This Robotic Bartender Just Raised $2 Million To Spice Up Your Normal Cocktail Ritual. This Robotic Bartender Just Raised $2 Million To Spice Up Your Normal Cocktail Ritual ... ....(size: 8.5Kb)
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The Times of India
11 Oct 2014
As this season demands, looks like Indian styles blended with Western trends is the fashion forward way to go... What's more, not only is the look chic and stylish, but it also manages to retain the essence of the Indian ethnicity and the flavour of our customary festivities ... Saris ... Spice up your look this festive season with these trends ... Experiment all you want and spice up a traditional look and make it as personalised as you can ... ....(size: 3.3Kb)
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The Guardian
11 Oct 2014
This week’s overall winner is a true celebration of the store cupboard; tinned tomatoes, spices, walnuts, a jar of sun-dried tomatoes, with only some leeks and herbs needed fresh ... 1 Fry the spices in the oil over low heat, just until fragrant, then add the sliced leeks and salt to taste ... Stir in the crushed garlic and spices and cook for a further 2 minutes....(size: 9.0Kb)
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Newsday
11 Oct 2014
Related media. Travel deals. If you go anywhere near a Starbucks at this time of year, you may feel the urge to buy its renowned Pumpkin Spice Latte. This sweet, spicy drink topped with whipped cream and nutmeg costs about $4 for the "tall" (i.e., small) size. This isn't a diet column, so I'm not going to tell you not to drink one for your health's sake ... . ... Here's where the seasonal nature of the Pumpkin Spice Latte works in your favor ... ....(size: 4.0Kb)
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11 Oct 2014
on Oct. 2, cops said ... Redington claimed he thought the expensive threads had been paid for. “I shop there all the time ... Redington once worked at the posh Jean-Georges Vongerichten restaurant Spice Market ... ....(size: 1.0Kb)
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Seattle Post
11 Oct 2014
PINEVILLE, La. (AP) — Let's face it. This is a largely joyless midterm congressional election. Torrents of negative ads, numbingly familiar attacks on President Barack Obama's health law and millions of dispirited voters — or perhaps nonvoters. One state, however, remains a rollicking and colorful battleground, even if that's not always intentional ... To be sure, there's serious campaigning and high stakes in Louisiana ... Republican Gov ... ___....(size: 4.7Kb)
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Huffington Post
11 Oct 2014
Do things constantly seem to go missing in your kitchen? You swore you bought paprika last month… and where's that Tupperware lid when you need it? Beth Zeigler, professional organizer and founder of the organizing service Bneato Bar, says there's a reason our kitchen cabinets get so messy ... 1. Maximize Your Pantry ... 2 ... 3 ... "I think the drawers in the kitchen are prime real estate for things like spices and just everyday essentials ... ....(size: 2.0Kb)
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The Guardian
11 Oct 2014
Need a tune to get you through your workout? Our musical agony aunt’s alter ego Dr Crotchety has some advice. • What musical advice do you need? Post your questions in the thread below. What tunes keep you going on a treadmill? Photograph. Alamy. Dear Doctor, What would you suggest to get me through an exercise class?. I fell off the treadmill in a swish gym ... You can add a little spice to your workout by changing the language ... ....(size: 2.3Kb)
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Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums.
His rap name is a acronym for "Sex, Pistols, Indo, Cash, and Entertainment". He was first discovered by rapper Too Short. His first release, Let It Be Known EP, was not well known or widely released, and included seven old-school style tracks. His self-titled debut album Spice 1 was a very vivid and fatalistic gangsta rap album, and his angry, edgy, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire. Spice 1 managed to release six albums under Jive records along with one greatest hits album. It was reported by Jive that he has an album called "Full Metal Jacket", which was supposed to release under Jive. However, Spice 1 stated in many interviews that this information was false. It was something Jive wanted to push him into releasing, but he never agreed to do so. Therefore, the album was never released and it is uncertain whether or not songs for this album were used for future albums or if any songs were even recorded for this project.
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Layzie Bone (born Steven Howse on September 23, 1973) is rapper and hip-hop artist known primarily for being a member of the group Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. He has also has gone by the names L-Burna and The #1 Assassin. He is the younger brother of fellow group member Flesh-N-Bone. He is also a member of the rap group Bone Brothers and CEO of the record label Harmony Howse Entertainment.
The group formed the band B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e (all except for Flesh-N-Bone) and recorded an album entitled Faces Of Death in the studio of their then mentor, Kermit Henderson (Krayzie Bone's younger brother) on his indie label Stoney Burke in 1993. After this Layzie and the rest of the Bone Family boarded a Greyhound Bus to Los Angeles where they worked with notable producer and rapper Eazy-E and his Ruthless/Relativity Records label. Diego Blak (born Diego hodge), a marketer and promoter and co-executive producer of Faces Of Death introduced them to Eazy E at a concert he promoted in Cleveland, Ohio where they auditioned for him in his dressing room and then traveled back to Los Angeles, California after the show to seal the deal. At this point Eazy named them Thugs-n-Harmony but they wanted to keep the bone name so they were called Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
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Aston George Taylor, Jr. (born August 5, 1968) better known as Funkmaster Flex is an American hip hop DJ, rapper, musician and producer on New York City's Hot 97 radio station and host of the hit MTV show Funk Flex Full Throttle.
Funkmaster Flex (Aston George Taylor Jr.) was born in the Bronx borough of New York City with music flowing through his veins thanks to his father Aston George Taylor Sr., a sound system DJ for local clubs throughout the city. By 16, Flex began DJing at local nightclubs a perfecting his mixing and turntable talents. At 19, he got his first job as a record boy for fellow Bronx native, Chuck Chillout for WRKS 98.7 Kiss-FM in New York. One evening, Chillout was late for his show and Funkmaster Flex got his big break and was allowed to stand in, thus beginning his career in radio.
He later left KISS for a brief stay at 107.5 WBLS-FM, meanwhile Flex kept up his club appearances at many of Vito Bruno's operated nightclubs including The Tunnel, Home Bass and Mecca. Bruno helped convince Joel Salkowitz, a regional vice president of Hot 97, to begin airing live broadcasts from clubs where Flex was performing like The Tunnel. He called the hours of Saturday evening programming the "Saturday Night House Party". When they realized the resurgence of Hip Hop was coming fast from its fallout in the eighties they increase the hours and days of these style of shows.
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Chad Lamont Butler (December 29, 1973 – December 4, 2007), better known by his stage name Pimp C, was an American rapper, singer, and producer. Pimp C is best known for his work with Bun B as a founding member of the Underground Kingz (UGK) and is widely considered a pioneer of the signature Houston, Texas scene and sound.
Butler formed the rap group Underground Kingz (colloquially known as UGK) with best friend Bernard "Bun B" Freeman. In 1987, Jive Records signed UGK and released Too Hard to Swallow, followed by the critically acclaimed Super Tight. The group's third album, Ridin' Dirty, reached #2 on the Billboard Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, and their momentum was continued with features on the popular singles "Big Pimpin'" with Jay-Z and "Sippin On Some Syrup" by Three 6 Mafia. UGK's fourth album, Dirty Money, was distributed in 2001.
Due to Butler's incarceration in 2002, UGK wouldnt release another studio album until 2007's Underground Kingz which included "International Player's Anthem (I Choose You)" featuring Outkast.
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- Thug Poetry - Spice 1
- U Can't Fade Me - Spice 1
- Trigga Happy - Spice 1
- Too Deep in the Game - Spice 1
- The Murda Show - Spice 1
- U Can't Fade Me Skit - Spice 1
- Tha Thug In Me - Spice 1
- Tales of the Niggas Who Got Crept On - Spice 1
- Sucka Ass Niggas - Spice 1
- Street Skit - Spice 1
- Snich Killas - Spice 1
- Nobody Want Work - Spice 1
- Murder Ain't Crazy - Spice 1
- Peace to My Nine - Spice 1
- News Flash (Skit) - Spice 1
- Killerfornia - Spice 1
- Jealous Got Me Strapped - Spice 1
- In My Neighborhood - Spice 1
- Immortalized - Spice 1
- Intro Skit - Spice 1
- Good Girl Goes Bad - Spice 1
- Fucked in the Game - Spice 1
- Faces of Death - Spice 1
- High Powered - Spice 1
- Hard To Kill - Spice 1
- Funky Chickens - Spice 1
- Face Of A Desperate Man - Spice 1
- Fetty Chico And The Mack - Spice 1
- East Bay Gangster - Spice 1
- Drama - Spice 1
- Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) - Spice 1
- Club Skit - Spice 1
- Can U Feel It * - Spice 1
- 2 Hands And A Razor - Spice 1
- City Streets - Spice 1
- Can I Hit It? - Spice 1
- Break Yourself - Spice 1
- Ballin - Spice 1
- 510 213 - Spice 1
- 380 On That Ass - Spice 1
- 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen) - Spice 1
- 187 Proof - Spice 1
- 187 He Wrote - Spice 1
- 1-800-Spice - Spice 1
- Why You Wanna Funk - Spice 1
- Turn Da Heat Down - Spice 1
- Thuggin' - Spice 1
- Thug World - Spice 1
- Three Strikes - Spice 1
- The Heist - Spice 1
- Thug Thang Y2g - Spice 1
- Ride Fo' Mine - Spice 1
- Suckas Do What They Can - Spice 1
- Stickin' To The 'g' Code - Spice 1
- Spiceberg Slim - Spice 1
- Slugs - Spice 1
- Pistols Power Paper - Spice 1
- One Day At A Time - Spice 1
- Ready Made Niggaz - Spice 1
- Niggas I Roll Wit - Spice 1
- Nigga Sings The Blues (blackjack's Version) - Spice 1
- Nature To Ride - Spice 1
- Mo' Mail - Spice 1
- Mind Of A Sick Nigga - Spice 1
- Let It Be Known - Spice 1
- Make Sure They Bleed - Spice 1
- Lucky I'm Rappin' - Spice 1
- Gunz & Money - Spice 1
- If It Ain't Rough It Aint Me - Spice 1
- Give The 'g' A Gat - Spice 1
- Haters (come Out And Play) - Spice 1
- Ghetto Thang - Spice 1
- Fetty Chico & The Mack - Spice 1
- Don't Ring The Alarm - Spice 1
- Das Ok - Spice 1
- D-boyz Got Love For Me - Spice 1
- Check Ya Self - Spice 1
- Behind Closed Doors - Spice 1
- Busta's Can't See Me - Spice 1
- Born Ii Die - Spice 1
- Azz Hole Naked - Spice 1
- 1990 - Sick - Spice 1
- 1 - 800 - Spice 1
- 2 Hands & A Razorblade - Spice 1
- Clip and the Trigga - Spice 1
- Kill Street Blues - Spice 1
- I'm High - Spice 1
- Recognize Game - Spice 1
- Suckas Do What They Can (Real Playaz) - Spice 1
- Money Gone - Spice 1
- 1990 Sick (Kill 'Em All) - Spice 1
- Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse - Spice 1
- It's Nothin - Spice 1
- Young Nigga - Spice 1
- You Got Me Fucked Up - Spice 1
- You Done Fucked Up - Spice 1
- You Can Get the Gat for That - Spice 1
- Who Can I Trust - Spice 1
- What The Fuck? - Spice 1
- Welcome To The Ghetto - Spice 1
- Wanna Be a G - Spice 1
- Trigga Gots No Heart - Spice 1
- Touch Me-feel Me-smell Me - Spice 1
- The Boss Mobster - Spice 1
- Tell Me What That Mail Like - Spice 1
- Survival - Spice 1
- Strap On The Side - Spice 1
- Smoke Em Like a Blunt - Spice 1
- Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse - Spice 1
- R.I.P. - Spice 1
- Ride Wit Me - Spice 1
- Playa Man - Spice 1
- Pimp Pizzle - Spice 1
- No Real G'z - Spice 1
- Nigga Gots No Heart - Spice 1
- Money or Murder - Spice 1
- Mobbin' - Spice 1
- I'm the Fuckin' Murderer - Spice 1
- Gone with the Wind - Spice 1
- Gas Chamber - Spice 1
- Fuck The World - Spice 1
- Dumpin' Em In Ditches - Spice 1
- Doncha Runaway - Spice 1
- Dirty Bay - Spice 1
- Cutthroat Game - Spice 1
- Clip & The Trigga - Spice 1
- Balls 'n Brains - Spice 1
- Ain't No Love - Spice 1
- 187 Pure - Spice 1
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- Caught Up In My Gunplay - Spice 1
- Droopy Skit - Spice 1
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(intro)
Yeah nigga
Game from the mind of some real motherfuckin' thugs (thugs)
Fetty chico up in this biaatch (biaatch)
Bloow !! (blooow)
(chorus) 2x
You wouldn't believe all the shit I see
(just a thug yes I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(walks like a thug talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug put it down like a thug
(spice 1)
Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real niggas die in they sleep
The strong prey on the weak
We gets down from dusk til dawn
Like quentin tarantino shakin' niggas up
In the neck like (joe) pesci in "casino"
Fetty chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes
Caught up in drug wars
Use current from cargos
Too much drama in my past time (past time)
I swore when I got outta jail it was my last time (last time)
Fuck one-time (hahahaha)
Pants saggin' twisted up with the braids
Leave the house 3 in the mornin 'fore the drug unit raid
Get out the cemetery visit my soldiers up in the grave
Tell 'em I miss the times when we used to get paid
Though I'm thugging without ya
Nigga I ain't forgot about ya
Daily weapin' on some mobstyle shit ? ?
And when survival is goin' around
Called the "thug disease"
Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese
It's thug poetry
(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes I'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama I see
That's why I spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)
(saafir)
Ay, wassup
This is saafir, mayn, check this out
Imma tell you like this here, mayn
These thug niggas, mayn
Look, let me lace you with like thug poetry
But now, I'm a rider though
So imma keep it mackish just lead me to it
Cause it's easy to do it but it gotta be fluent
Ohh shit this is bangin
Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord
That's my job without a rope (no)
Without a motherfuckin' joke (don't laugh)
Nigga I'm clean as fuck without soap
Keep my poetry like 'get out hoe' (get out hoe)
Bustin' like a .44, mr. motherfuckin' no-no from that hobo
Junction is the westbound campaign
When I'm away from the camp, mayn
Rollin' solo but stay loaded with slugs
Cause ain't no love hoe don't wear no diamond-studded glove
That superstar shit we'll get your ass put underground
Super-far trick (quick)
Like you fake ass niggas on some superhard shit
But never murdered
I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy
And never squirted (never)
That's game I hope you heard it
Cause I'm on a mad point nigga
Spice *weezy* serve it with some thug poetry
(chorus) 2x
I'm just a thug (thug) yes I'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama I see
That's why I spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)
(spice 1)
I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest
This is westside livin' (livin')
Hangin' out with the unforgiven
Different murders under they belt but ain't nobody here trippin'
We're all felons in this motherfucker
Dodgin' 3 strikes (strikes)
Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf northern lights
Reminisce of the dead (dead)
Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor)
Got me drunk and passed out
With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger)
Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome)
Wake up shookin' at bad dreams, is my sanity gone (gone)
I'm looking for a piece of my mind there was torn
When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms
Thug poetry
(chorus)
I'm a thug yes I'm only a thug
Walks like a thug talks like a thug
I'm just a thug yes I'm only a thug
Bust like a thug cuss like a thug
Just a thug yes I'm only a thug
Smoke like a thug chokes like a thug
I'm just a thug yes I'm only a thug
Ride like a thug slide like a thug
Just a thug yes I'm only a thug
Blast like a thug smash like a thug
Just a thug yes I'm only a thug
Drink like a thug fuck like a thug
Hahahaha
Aahahhah
Aahahaahahaa
Fetty chico shiznilty
Aahahhah
Ebonic sleezie
Aahahhah
You know, you kneezie
Aahahhah
Rick reezie
Bi-ayy-iiitch (bi-ayy-iiitch)
Drop a old school beat
Now the taste of Crystal is fillin' up my bladder
What's the time on the Rolie? It don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was tryin' to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named Sally
Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's Navi
She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal?
Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't real
Then I looked down, she was fat in the front
I asked how long, she said, "About 6 months"
"Oh, how time flies when you're havin' fun"
She said, "Yeah, but the damage is done"
"Where you been?", "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations, who's the lucky man?"
She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1", and smiled
I dropped my stout, then everything went blank
"Had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank?"
She said, "Yeah, don't you remember that day?"
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then I said, "Damn, are you sure it's mine?
My homies did the soultrain on ya plenty of times"
She said, "That day, nah, I went whorin' and your ass is mine"
That's when the sweat started pourin'
'Cause all I seen was Spice 1 up in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then I thought deep about givin' up the fetti
What I need to do is kick the bitch in the belly
Nah, 'cause then I'd really be faded
That's murder one 'cause it was premeditated
What should I do, kidnap the bitch and flee?
How many months left? Damn, only 3
I'm gettin' faded
Goddamn, what the fuck I done got myself into?
This shit is dense
(Damn, I'm gettin' faded)
Muthafuckas tryin' to take my driver's license and shit
(Bitch, you can't fade me)
This bitch got a grip on my muthafuckin' nuts, mayn
(Damn, I'm gettin' faded)
But you know what? I ain't finna go out
It's crazy, because before I could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her
See, the booty in the front was all in place
But the girl had a pit bull face
So I ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
Oh Lord, God forbid
The homies see me at the hotel
'Cause I know they would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows you're nasty
Elbows and knees and feet was hella ashy
So hold the big fat butt steady
'Cause yo, bitch, I got the three rubbers ready
She started gruntin' and squealin' like a wild boar
I hit the ass from Cali to Singapore
I dropped her off, man and now I'm knowin'
That I'ma hate myself in the mornin'
I got drunk to help me forget
Damn, another day, another hit
Shit, I'm gettin' faded
No cigars, nigga
(Damn, you can't fade me)
You better fire up a muthafuckin' blunt and get some hen dog
9 months later she's ready to drop the load
And all the partners in the hood already know
That it's 'posed to be mine and they laughin' at me
You know Spice 1 can't be havin' that G
Thinkin' to myself, why did I bang her?
Now I'm in the closet lookin' for the hanger
Kaos, Vic Rock and [Incomprehensible] won't let up
They won't shut up, I'm gettin' fed up
'Cause I know, you're tryin' to break me
And if I find out you're tryin' to fade me
I'ma clock yo' ass with my shoe
Beat you down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is gettin' kinda major
The baby came out, damn, it was a lifesaver
Lookin' like my next door neighbor
She said it was mine, that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smilin', yeah, 'cause it read negative
Damn, why did I let her live?
After that I shoulda got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no, I just told the hoe who laid me
"Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me"
Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that
A nigga like me ain't finna go for the okey doke
(The bitch tryin' to fade me)
The bitch out here thinkin' she get a muthafucka for his cash and shit
Playin' a muthafucka for some type of bitch ass nigga
But you know what? Before I go for the okey doke, hoe
(You can't fade me)
I'ma let the pistol smoke and that's real
Heh heh
Yeah, goddamn it?s that old gangsta shit right there boy
Goddamn shit, heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last muthafuckin' record
I want the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I don?t give a fuck but uh huh, yeah you all
Ain?t gonna know nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start knowin' somethin' about Uzi?s and shit
So uh?
Now this 380 was a bitch who used to ho' up on my block
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson with that pimp, Mr. Glock
Now Glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game shooter
Until he met that crazy muthafucka, Mr. Ruger
Now Ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs. Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho?ish clothes
G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she?s a gangsta bitch
I love my neener and my neener loves me
Muthafucka?s think I?m crazy cuz I?m trigga happy
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Heh heh, well goddamn Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the muthafuckin' house
Heh heh, yeah, I?m ready to do somethin?
With one of these little ol? young muthafucka?s
Heh heh yeah, but I think maybe a ol? ten piece
Hook me up, muthafucka, I know you got that shit
Yeah muthafuckin Dope Fiend Willie in the house
Don?t give a fuck about no nigga, heh muthafucka shit
Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his [unverified]
And the shit, it don?t be gettin' no better
You gotta watch for that crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass bitch deuce deuce
Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from hell to heaven
Nigga got a page about three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that bitch?s pimp Mr. Glock
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Yeah yeah I like that new shit boy
Yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga happy, nigga
Yeah I like that shit, I?m 'bout to go over here
And talk to these girls over here damn, baby what you got on and shit?
Now every nigga?s wavin' peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine
With his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his ass in
Niggas plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. Technine?s got an AR-15
An O.G. nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin' fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the fuckin' dome
And Mr. Glock got the word from his people
Mr. Technine?s havin a party at The Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted his ass with the street sweeper
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Goddamn shit fuck y'all and your folks got these days
That old chronic shit look at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get another hit of that shit goddamn
Livin in a world harcore,
Niggaz be dumpin on them foes,
Catching cases highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything,
'cause I ain't all the world seem,
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
Times are savage,
Hardcore playaz ain't your average,
Trunk full of triple beams,
And the schemes of cream and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my thug nation.
Try to scalp all fuck half the world I want it all!
But I'm bustin at u niggaz,
With my back against the wall.
Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, when I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really really know the game,
'cause every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed,
Chorus
Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too deep in the game.
Verse 2
Its time to make it happen get paid,
Its that nigga s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers they slangin all day.
Until the players rock and get paid,
Like on the ground face down, break yourslf,
Dont fuck around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers with the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to their faces,
I told my family as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the border
Like hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free across the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back floating across the ocean.
Like the black lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like keys of crack,
Back for opportunities,
'cause our niggas sees is scratched,
Playing for keeps,
Addicted to getting it for quitting it,
Like the junkies hop fiends,
Chorus:
Nigga I wake up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a needle in my vain,
Eatch injecting the game,
Tired all thugged out,
Fuck the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too deep in the game.
Verse 3
U sound crackin mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that ain't getting my dough,
Roll a hummer for the summer,
Rad katty in the fall,
Keep my mind on my money,
Platinum plats on the wall,
U niggaz know I wont be fucking around,
Im bout the cash,
And I hope u know I'm all about action,
And down to blast,
What the fuck u think,
My homies are killas and drug dealers,
Use pills for sinuses,
Crash homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and stoned niggaz.
Where u had to be ? ? ?
Got gome ? ? ? niggaz getting toed out,
Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, smoked up.
On a mission for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed.
Were protection the money figures, protectiing them with triggaz
City under seige, probably distruged, because some foes are killas,
But no body claimin 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,
Damn Eiht
What the fuck we gonna do now?
I don't know homeboy you know what I'm sayin' but I'll tell you like this
We gonna bust some ass for the ninety-three shot
Right, these motherfuckers don't understand we ain't from around here
That's all right you know what I'm sayin'
'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts you know what I'm sayin'
Compton meets the motherfuckin' bay town nigga
So step the fuck off this you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga spice get with 'em
Ya see I'm nothin' but a mac-10 shooter
Killer man looter on the creep with the glock
Got it cocked picidy pop
I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone nigga
Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger
Motherfuckin flash backs of nigga's bodies rip
From the ak blast on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the fuckin' flo'
It's the goddamn murda show
Starring a nigga in black wearin' a weed hat creepin' low
And co-starring is a psycho motherfucker
He grew up in Compton bustin' caps at the cluckers
His name is MC motherfuckin' Eiht
He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin' niggas like a steak on a plate
So nigga get your popcorn and peanuts 'cause we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a nigga murda at the murda show
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock
Nigga shut your fuckin' trap, yeah your punk ass is sure
Sure that they sew when I peel your cap
The slide the slick, suck my dick
No mistaking I bring home greens, fuck the bacon
The big black neck getting motherfuckers sprung
They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue
Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' much ass for fun
Ain't nothin' but some nigga sold the one
Fools need to stay the fuck down
They can't hang when we bang from Compton and the bay town
It's like the last dance or your last chance
When I reach in for the strap in my fuckin' pants
I pump' dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said
Even your skinny ass dead
I can?t sleep 'cause it?s time to go
Fool or I'll be late for the murda show nigga
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the niggas that I glock
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock
Step in to the torture chamber nigga let me torture
Hangers on your motherfuckin' back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic mad man dead body chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another motherfucker
Slangin' to the bass head bitches in the alley
Killin' for my motherfuckin' cash in recally
My nigga MC Eiht will make the getaway drive
I got the gat hangin' up out the motherfuckin' ride
Niggas be getting the duck sit fuckin' with the player
Sprayer layer nigga out with the shout of the t-t-tech
Mic motherfuckin' check one stabbin' niggas
Up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns
My uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump
The motherfuckin' hollow head his chest thump, thump
And all the niggas leave his bloody body in the dust
One-nigga dead seventeen caps bust
That's how the niggas do this shit where I'm from
Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and I'm headin' for the liquor store
Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherfuckin' murda show
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock
A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the fuck down
Bangin' from Compton and the bay town
Yeah, come on
Uh, Spice-1 and MC Eiht
And that eases the nine
.
Intro:
Yeah, I heard niggaz out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin ass
Chorus:
Niggas be muggin me, don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, niggaz be muggin me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she
Must want a thug ass nigga for sure
Cause it's the young playa spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major
Now we can do this like playas
Or we can hop into some gangsta shit
Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch
I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are
We the niggas with the lex's, rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, timer, baller, baller
She fucked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga
Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night
And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace
But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face
Chorus 2x
I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the chevy
Heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a g to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggaz down from the start
I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggaz is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
Since you was babies
And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this g ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaaaow
How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the caddy
Chorus 2x
I'm off the hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back
I'm up in the benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I ain't the baller
Who be out there slippin
She understands niggaz be playa hatin so she ain't trippin
Saggy pants g-braids but nigga still out to get paid
I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree niggaz be tryin to get in my mix
Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock niggaz out now I do walkbys
Now I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka ass niggaz be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say
(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)
(intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah
(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should I do with the bitch?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle fo-fo
I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face
I knew a nigga who always wore black
Said he was an o.g. player shot up some niggas with macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he partied through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so called o.g. motherfuckers finally showed up
These bastards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, God damn)
(chorus)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(nigga, fuck that nigga, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the motherfuckin hog in me
So i's bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to bring his slow ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians (niggas)
These fools is some killers and I can see they really want this nigga
Musta fucked em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these niggas want to bury his dick
Got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the tv screen
But it ain't no cut, just actin live, niggas die
Drug related killers, switcher on time high
See real killers can be swept on
I'm kickin tales of the niggas who got crept on
(chorus)
(shit), kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(go nigga, police lookin and shit nigga)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck you doing nigga, firin up a joint, motherfuckin...)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck is wrong with you? )
(spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had some love
50 g's to creep on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of money I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin mack 10's
Infra-red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a massacre
Everybody, cause can't no nigga diss me
Niggas you sent to the club, with some motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they ass
I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard I kill with a routin
Even got him for a couple of birds
So then I creep up into the i-c-u, I see you livin too long
Nigga you crept on, your life gone
(spice 1)
Yeah nigga, got some shit just for you
Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut herion nigga
Straighten your motherfuckin bays nigga
Yeah nigga, you like this shit huh nigga, suffer nigga
Suffer motherfucker, yeah, take a good dose of the shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't breathe
Somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Four years ago I was stuck on the grind
Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes
Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g
And all the niggas came amazed at me
Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack
The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone
Sp-spice 1 kickin' shit to mass
A Hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
You see that's the life that I lead
I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me
So step back move back niggas try to jack
But ain't no muthafuckin' love I put you on your back
Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance
I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above
They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love
I said one to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your ass for you to say g
The s to the p the I the c-e
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side
You might catch a slug if I'm on a hoo-ride
I said I first come I first served basis
Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind for my people's delight
And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right
Because you're snitchin' on your homies be sent up in the pen
And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again
You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew
But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you
I said one to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your ass for you to say g
The s to the p the I the c-e
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
I said one to the two, two to three
My dj xtra-large and g-n-u-t
We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face
Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace
Let off rounds you fall down to the ground
You sucka ass nigga another dead clown
You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player
You's a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya
You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine
But I'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind
I'm comin' from the sickest city around
Spittin' some gangsta shit the dirty bay is the town
So g-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure
Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga
G-n-u-t in the place to be
Pimp straight up out a player's university
Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge
Didn't have no mail so I said 'fuck college!'
I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack
And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back
I'm dressed to kill I love to style
I'm the mc you know hoe check my file
The big-lip nigga for your regard
500 Dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town then I go back home
Break a bitch for her mail bought a Cadillac chrome
Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight
And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight
Because when I grind I hits the strip
Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip
It don't take a lot to entertain'
And like my nigga Method Man I'ma bring the pain
You can't rock the shop if you high off hop
You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
.
Fuck these snitches!
Spoken:
"yeah, you know. cause all I'm here to do is watch my ass. know what
I'm sayin'? that ain't my dope, that's chico's dope.
You know what I'm sayin'?
So what type of witness protection program you got for me? "
Chorus:
You keep tellin' all these coppers
I'm gonna hurt you 'till you bleed
All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game
Fuck these snitches!
Verse 1:
We got your partner in there since you was at the crime
That's how they get you to squeal, them motherfucker's lyin'
Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right
But if you tell them I did it, I'm stickin' your ass tonight
They sayin' "six people saw ya" but I ain't sayin'
Shit 'till I meet with my lawyer
Blowin' smoke up my ass cause if I have to blast
I'm mobbin' the fuck out tha murder scene with the hockey mask
Lookin' like jason while them cops is chasin' me
Behind the wheel buckin', facin' l-i-f-e
Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left
I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back
They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up
Put a young g in the system and have me sucked up
In the prison block but I ain't goin' there
So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there
See I do dirt all up on my lonely cause niggas phoney
Givin' up the info on murders and snitchin' on they homies
Puttin' lead up in these loud mouth bitch niggas
So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa
Chorus
Verse 2:
See, where I'm from motherfuckas live and let die
Snitch killa, the real nigga s-p-i
I'm droppin' shells on a bitch
See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit
I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game
Tell everybody who be gafflin' for some bitches and fame
I'm gonna blast in the window, indo jack
Got me puttin' snitches up on they motherfuckin' back
Puttin' hollow up in your head, runnin' in your home
Leave these motherfuckers sleepin' with their house lights on
Finna kill this snitch ass nigga before my homie go to court
We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' super sport
Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car
Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier
See niggas die when they testify
You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie
They caught your ass up in the hooptie with 3 ki's
Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was 2 g's
You ain't playin' nobody, go get your vest nigga
Be on the look out for the motherfuckin' snitch killa
Chorus
Spoken:
"like I was sayin' mister ociffer. you know what i'm
Sayin'? I can tell you
Where he keep his dope. I can tell you where he stay.
I can tell you where
He get his braids done."
Verse 3:
Niggas be talkin' upon that straight killa
He ain't in jail cause he snitched on that other nigga
Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it
If you ever in quentin you gonna be tagged snitch
They gonna have to seperate the men from the women
A lot of snitches in the pen turn straight feminine
And get they ass took
See, only real niggas slide with us
You gonna be snitchin' motherfucker you can't ride with us
Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit
Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it
Ain't no tellin' in my crew cause everybody guilty of somethin'
That's why we wound up, we all dumpin'
And the nigga who don't blast, he get sucked and swallowed
Threw out the hooptie when it's still rollin'
He ain't dead yet but if he tattle on a nigga
He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa
Chorus
Spoken:
"ok now mister ociffer, now what it gonna be? you know
What I'm sayin'?
I gotta get up on outta here, know what I'm sayin. i
Need a house in the bahamas,
You know what I'm sayin', you know I got two kids. you
Know I just wanna be
Protected in this motherfucker. you know what i'm
Sayin'? can I get this on
Paper? it's like I was just tryin' to watch my ass.
You know what I'm sayin',
Like I was safe."
"no!"
"shit! damn! I just wanna be protected in this
Motherfucker. shit! I didn't
Plow!
Ba-da-ba-a-a-ah
Comin down now
Spice 1
Ya know
Jah man
Come again
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But don't nobody wanna die
Life's too sweet to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
See how fast time fly
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do somethin more positive
Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee
Tryin to stay up out the penitentiary
I got a whole army, some r.i.p.
Some stuck in a cell, some out on bail
Some doin major fed time in jail
I'm lookin at the world with hungry eyes
Inner city full of jealousy and lies
Hopin that the Lord'll hear my cries
Help a young black male rise
Enemies pose as friends
Player never know when his life'll end
Can't trust too many, can't cross the game
Walk with my head down in the rain
Think about greed, some disease
Cause everybody rappin still gettin cheese
Some think about the pain that they inflict
And some don't think, just stack the chips
[CHORUS]
Everyone wan to go to heaven
But nobody wan to die
Mi say
Everyone want a million dollar
But nobody want to work
Everybody want a million
More jails, less schools for the children
Invest in a penitentiary
Makin money off niggas like you and me
My God, it's the turn of the century
I wonder what the game got in store for me
Will it be a lotta seeds, my gees be free
Or be six feet deep on the day of release?
I can't stand it, lost in the game again
Will I win? Nobody knows in the end
I keep strugglin, pullin on the game of life
Try to stay on my toes, up on the edge of knife
I'm wakin up from the nightmares, who cares?
God, I heard death comin up the stairs
I got the past still hauntin me
Still knowin how my enemies want me
You never know when it's time to go
The blind lead the blind
If you don't know the game, get left behind
No love, hold up, what you thinkin of?
Youngsters on the corner goin dub for dub
You can't tell em, cause ain't nobody payin em mo'
Lost in the thug life, gone for sho'
Too many young players six feet in the flo'
As another one goes as modern-day hero
[CHORUS]
To other rappers that rose out the concrete, stay strong
Have faith in God, it won't be too long, hold on
Never lose faith in dreams
Watch the next people, they canive and scheme
A cold world, ghetto kids born to die
Some fall in the game without a chance to fly
In too deep, can't escape the drama
Too much drama for a young player, young timer
Pushed in the game at the age of 12
Hangin on the block, all about the mail
It's hard livin, somebody gotta lace the young
Before they get enough rope to leave theyself hung
Hardcore livin in the projects (projects)
Hustlers schemin for the profit (profit)
Mo' cash comes in and go fast
Toe-tags, dead homies in bodybags
Where it stops, nobody knows
I'm paranoid, is these enemies or foes?
Can't call it, sleep with a open eye
This world'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry
Stay real, keep a strong mind and strive
Cause what it boils down to is stayin alive
Nigga strugglin, keep your eye on the game
And never stay the same, things always change
(chorus): 4x
Groupie ass
Bitch type of niggas can't fade me
They're callin' me a lunatic
But murder ain't crazy
(spice 1 - overlapping chorus)
Yeah, yeah, hahahha
Wassup nigga?
Don't look at me like y'all know who I am
Amerikkka's nightmare
Spice muthafuckin' 1
Nigga, young, black
You know I won't give a fuck
(verse 1):
Old school drop caddy five, six niggas
Rollin' up in my rearview
With they fingers up on them triggers
Come let's take a trip
And hop into some gangsta shit with me
13 caps for them niggas who wanna get with me
Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me
Wanna put some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me
But I don't give a fuck I just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that shit
When it comes to peelin' their caps nigga
So won't ya get your blast on
And if you miss me with your 13 shots
Nigga your ass's gone
Cause I'm gon hit you on that first shot
And then I ain't gon stop
Until some muthafuckas call the cops
Then i'll be 187 thousand like my song say
Cause you was fuckin' with this nigga on the wrong day
(chorus): 4x
(verse 2):
See I be raisin' them up off the block
With my ? ? ?
Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city
I comes with much cloud
And whenever one nigga could take me out
Rollin' him up like levis cough him and stuff him
Key him like bean pies
And niggas be talkin' that shit
But yo ain't none of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is feelin' buck shots
I thought you niggas knew
I'm finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that ass someone'll leave him lyin' there
Cryin' there the muthafucka's dyin' there
And mr. lawrence better have insurance
Cause i'ma g-a-gat that ass with the touriz
Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy
Punk muthafuckas like you can't fade me
Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger
Ol' groupie ass bitch type of nigga
(chorus): 4x
Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me
Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380
I creep up on they ass tip-toe with the pump
Split a nigga down the middle like phillie blunt
I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in check
And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs
You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning
Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones
And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk
Niggas down ass fuck but we don't wanna funk
Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we used to do
Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew
W-a-with a ring on my muthafuckin' cellular
As I heard a nigga screamin': 'get the fuck out the car!'
Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo sacc
As my dj x-tralarge blew that bitch on his back
Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure
He was a groupie ass bitch type of nigga
(chorus with overlap):
Yeah
Whassup nigga?
Y'all muthafuckas ain't fadin' a real last g
Nigga
Peelin' cap for the muthafuckin' strive
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this
You don't won't none of this
Step back nigga
Just listen
Watch muthafucka
Look at some real last niggas rip shit up
For '94
Punk ass nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Back again with some of that murder shit
Spiggedy one whippin' up on that ass for '94 and '95 bitch
Hahaha
What y'all niggas know about a real last g
Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily
Beyoaaatch!!!
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the AK and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the muthafuckin' Fac?
My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm two
Or maybe three or four or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive by drop Impala
The niggaz took cover and the bitches all holla
If you think it's sick then nigga just throw up
I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your fuckin' dome toe up
'Cause livin' up in the bay is like a muthafuckin' zoo
Every nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do
The muthafuckin' rhyme did the crime last century
Now it's on parole because my mouth's in penitentiary
But back to the ghetto you see just about it all
Rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
The shit it never stop because the nigga killed a cop
And now the cops are killin' the niggas twenty four around the clock
Around the block around the road in every ghetto
Muthafuckas wanna drop
So I'm livin' like the devil
With the underground pound, muder facul sound
So niggas that fuck around lay around
And before I end this rhyme I'd like to say
Peace to my muthafuckin' nine
The nine, the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
The nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
Shootin' dice with some niggas that I didn't know
He pulled a nine when the double four hit the floe
I wonder why he'd wanna play me like a punk bitch
I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click
I played his ass like Jesse James and shot him in the throat
I picked his tongue up out my mail, now I'm outty ho
I'm stressin' it's a fucked up world G
I think about the shit that I used to see
Niggas runnin' 'round with the street sweepers
Muthafuckas layin' dead loose change, beepers
Bitches screamin' about the niggaz gettin' fucked up
Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up
One eight seven muthafucka that's my showcase
I'll load the clip and kill a whole muthafuckin' race
I'm stressed out like a muthafucka
Bitch got me for a twenty, damn clucka
Yeah, your right I'm livin' wrong G
And I never gave a fuck about a dope fiend family
I seen a dope fiend killed last week
Left a bloody base pipe in the street
They burnt the bitch up in the trunk over eighty dollars
Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her holla
Smoke comin' from the trunk bitch burnin' up
Cops turnin' down the streets they was turnin' up
I'm hearin' shots ring out twelve o'clock at night
A car full of dead niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just toshoot 'em up
But now they tape the shit off, so yo suit 'em up
And before I end this rhyme I'd like ta say
Peace to my muthafuckin' nine
The nine, the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
The nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
The police was comin' I had to dump the body
'Cause like I said on the city streets I'm John Gotti
When it comes to the gangsta rap shit
I do a drive by murder your whole click
See I'm a rebel without a pulse
'Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
Without a nine in your draws, it's like American Express
Because a lot of crazy niggas wanna spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous muthafuckas never sleep
I'm gettin' C B banner on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a endo stem
Mix Hennessey with Thunderbird, gin and juice
I'm high as fuck, fuckin' around with one eight seven proof
Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as fuck to drop a dime
Because my boys got a nigga back prime time
Rata tata tat tat
Any bitch wanna squab it's like that
'Cause I ain't goin' out like a fag
Got the nigga for a ounce and a jag
Straight trip and pop the clip
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes over g's I stack
So when you step, step with caution
'Cause a nine to your throat'll have ya coughin'
The S P I C E, in a rage with a gauge gettin' P A I D
I ain't goin' out, fuck Mickey D's
I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's
'Cause that's what a real nigga do to make a livin'
The talent of pimp was naturally given'
And before I end this rhyme I'd like to say
Peace to my muthafuckin' nine
Yeah
I wanna say peace to my other muthafuckin' nine
Yeah, Ant mutha fuckin' ba ba booga booga muthafuckin' Banks
I wanna say what up to my nigga G muthafuckin' mzz Nut, yeah
I wanna say what up to that girl Shorty muthafuckin' B
In the muthafuckin' house, and my muthafuckin' DJ
Xtra mutha fuckin' large go on with your big ass, heh heh
Yeah, my nigga, MC muthafuckin' Ant
Kickin' the funky shit with Spice muthafuckin' 1
.
[Incomprehensible], killerfornia, biatch
Hustlers, players, gangstas, ballers, pimps, players
All of those shit, I see all that shit
You know, killerfornia, blow, blow
I'm hell bound, niggas wanna kill me in my sleep in killerfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet, sleep with the sharks in the Bay
I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with AK's
Niggas in L.A. trigger fingers itchy to spray
Call it the golden state but niggas be rich off the game
You get your cash on, the Crips and Bloods be bangin'
Nigga, get your mash on, dre-lock them Uzi, we sayin'
Leavin' your brains hangin', you'll get caught up in the cross fire
'Cause you'll be dog meat, lose your life in the jungle
Niggas is savages, thugged out and it's hard to be humble
When niggas ride up gaffle your shit and then leave you tired up
Money and murder, I pop a sherm stick
Niggas tend to bring the drama when I bury your dick
But I'm hardcore, ready to kill shit up and war
Wonder what else this motherfuckin' state got in store
So much drama in northern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
So much drama in southern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous place, had your smile in your face
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
From Sacramento to San Diego, from Compton to the Oakland city
Locked up and thugged out, killer's ready to ride with me
Stackin' caps player pieces, Rolexes and saggy pants
Just poppin' collars drunk as hell off Hennessey
Smokin' up Grams as ounces the purple [Incomprehensible]
Weed or straight up chronic, niggas still out to get paid
Fuck the world, I wanna die high, it's sunshine in killa kali
But still the bullets fly, palm trees and sandy beaches
But niggas stay strapped with heaters
Born sinnin' and ready for drama that's how they leave us
500's and Lexi coupes, niggas roll up with they troops
Ballers be flashin' loot, if you gon' jack that nigga be ready to shoot
And bring the pain 'cause it ain't no comin' back in killerfornia
Fuck with the wrong niggas, they turn and blast on ya
Dump executional style and leave your ass goner
Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia
So much drama in northern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
So much drama in southern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous place, had your smile in your face
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
No self-defense laws, bullet proof vests is illegal
But you can go to the gun sto' and purchase yourself a desert eagle
All of my homies is felons, some even died in my face
Some niggas still ridin' around with a whole trunk full of yea
Frisco to Fresno niggas do dirt and ride with their head low
Indictments on mob style tactic murder for cash flow
Cause jail bars, gangstas and ghetto stars
Niggas don't give a fuck, bullet wounds and stab scars
Hell of players and pimps, hustlers and gangstas with limps
Snitches that disappeared into thin motherfuckin' air
Haters be dreamin', schemin' to catch ya slippin'
Just to get to dippin' after midnight AK's spittin'
See the fire from the barrel standin' down the block
I got a flock of desert eagle fifty cal shots
Can't let these sucka ass niggas put one in my dome
When I'm sittin' at home with a whole arsenal of my own in killerfornia
So much drama in northern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
So much drama in southern California
('Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by)
Such a scandalous place had your smile in your face
(That's why I duck when they fly by)
So much drama in northern California
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
So much drama in southern California
Such a scandalous place, had your smile in your face
So much drama in northern California
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
So much drama in southern California
Spice heres go them niggas yo
Hit that shit, hit that shit
We all niggaz going down where the fuck ya all going down
Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
On this ol' playa haten ass shit
Know what I'm sayin'? Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggaz didn't give a fuck
If I was pissin' on myself, or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge, nigga
Now you in my muthafuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit
That's alright 'cuz I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass
Me and Pac goin' let you know about
That ol' playa haten ass shit though
Ya see these jealous muthafuckaz
That be playin' me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A muthafuckin' playa
From tha F, A to tha C
Back stabbers in tha muthafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'Cuz they got me on tha run
Spice muthafuckin' one
I'm for leavin' bodies numb
I'm a G muthafucker
Can't you see
I'm a G
Rollin' deep
With my phat fo-fo Uzi
I comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick to be a soldier by my shit
So nigga don't try no mo' shit
No ho shit 'cuz when I was broke
Nigga didn't give a fuck
About my statics
Now that I'm at this
I'm locked out and livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control about ta bust a cap nigga
'Cuz tha jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Now niggaz know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
'Cuz ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic
(Humm)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted
(Boo Yahh)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' muthafuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass Neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger
(Blah)
And even if I did fall, I'll still ball
I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a muthafucker
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
'Cuz these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Homie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap
Then I might get blasted
Get blasted or blast
That's how I'm livin'
So I blast and blast the bastard
I can't be worried about no jail time
'Cuz niggaz they tryin' ta take my head
I can't have shit if a nigga dead
So I bust back
And break the bitch niggaz off propa
with a four-four take nine a chopper
And try and decapitate a niggaz arms from with his shoulders
These jealous niggaz don't know they fuckin' around with a soldier
I don't be slippin'
So nigga don't wait for me ta fall
And if I got enough
A hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all
Envious niggaz prepare to fly off ya feet
'Cuz I'm comin' with some muthafuckin' heat
Playa, so keep ya aim straight
And hit a nigga on tha first shot
'Cuz I'm a be tryin' ta make your muthafuckin' heart stop
And don't be screamin' out for your family bitch
'Cuz it was your choice
That we jump into this gangsta shit
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
Hey yo, Spice, what's goin' on, man?
I see five-O over there, is that five-O?
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week
But I ain't trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on, is that right? Yeah
But where you stayin' at, man, what's goin' on?
Same muthafuckin' neighborhood, man
Just tryin' to get this shit off the ground
This rap thing, you know? Yeah, I heard that shit, man
Let them niggas know what time it is, yeah, check it
I like to walk around my hood, smokin' dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken-down wooden fence
A nigga didn't have brains 'cause he smoked sinse
Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it, he got the task on his ass
Better haul it, fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin' hard
Will he keep searchin' or will he cease and just forget the hit?
Or pull a jack move and let the nine click, I'm in the cut, late night
About 12 O'clock, I see some brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black 'Vette
Nothin' but the money for the paycheck
"Another day, another dead up in the alleyway"
That's what the boys in the Bay up in Cali say
The California life, task in the palm trees
Brothers be clockin' G's, slingin' KI's up in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Funk, is a part of my life
It's the sound of the gangster Spice
Warning, check out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, have one or two or three or four
'Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
Boom-boom to the death of a cop, pop-pop-pop, see another one drop
Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnapps
And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop?
Never woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope
Niggas slingin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and throats
The spot, it was poppin', but yet the fuzz kept ridin' my jock
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they flock
See a undercover cop raise off the block
That's how it is in the game of slingin' rocks
'Cause on the TV they make it look real good
But Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some people stay for good
I see a dopefiend yellin' he's a O.G.
He scratched his head and started starin' like he knows me
I say, "What up, old man, I seen your face before"
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he threw the bottle
I ducked down, and I had to duck real fast
Stepped two feet back, and then I banked his ass
I started kickin' and stompin' my nigga's brains out
I heard a bitch yell "Freeze" and runnin' out the house
It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin' at me
I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy
Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city
And now you're sayin' I'm the nigga up to no good
If gives a fuck if you're Bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
Worldwide, immortalized
Immortalized, worldwide
Worldwide, immortalized
Worldwide, worldwide, immortalized
Worldwide, immortalized
Smokin' endo with my killaz, we ride
Heat on the side, hella drama niggas die
In crossfire, can't let 'em slide
See the rigor mortis set in his eyes
Nigga surprise, you was dumped on by some G's on the rise
It shocked yo ass when I pulled out the chrome
I was putting niggas in the tank before this rap shit came along
Immortalized, through this thug shit that niggas are spittin'
A chocolate philly, a bag of sticky green and a game to spit
We on the mash, put a slug in niggas stoppin' my cash
Mothafuckas, wanna see me six feet in the grave
Thinking, I won't last
But I'm a soldier, I told you bitches, know what to fuck
The only way I'm fallin', is slippin' on one of you nigga's blood
I'm in this shit for life and when my casket drop
Then, my thug presence be immortalized, like Biggie and Pac
Hear my shit thump in nigga's trunks for blocks and blocks
Immortal thug, shit'll never stop, immortalized
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
One thug to the niggas, like eazy soldiers who put a dent in the game
It ain't the same, candy coated niggas claiming the fame
It's not that my brain, this thug shit'll drive a nigga insane
Diamond links and chains, with infra red we aim
Niggas loced up for the cash, when the real G's came
T-t-thuggin' laced up in my veins, I can't be changed
Immortalized, like dead presidents with they faces on rocks
Ebonic sleazy is the language for the game that we chop
Green leaves, canibus satives and Krystal
Fifty G's, making niggas bleed with pistols
Put it down 'cuz it ain't no time for fuckin' around
If a nigga wants to see six figures, enough, no less we platinum bound
Remember me, the man with the fifty cal in my hand
Coming more savage than Tarzan, hear what I'm saying?
Niggas picking up on my casket but I ain't sweatin' you haters
'Cause if it wasn't for bitch ass niggas, it wouldn't be real players
Represent to the fullest, at the same time dodging bullets
This mob shit ain't easy, nigga, but somebody got to do it
Immortalized, immortalized
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
Never die just multiply, thug niggas, immortalized
Energize like them batteries, caught up in the mob life
Niggas be talking that crazy shit, when they don't know
What the fuck they sayin', making money off rap music
When you was in elementary playin'
It's all real, shoot back at niggas, shooting to kill
Well, if it's fuck my life, it's fuck yo life, go to war with steel
If you niggas ain't feeling me, fuck yo clique and yo hood
It's Bossalini straight soldier, never went Hollywood
Always riding through the streets, hitting corners with felons
In a bucket or a benzo, when we blast it ain't no tellin'
It's west side till my life expire
Mob music till the wheels fall off, mothafucker, we all ride
Put the fire to the endo, sip on the Henn
'Cause you will never see a bad guy like this one again
Put it on you niggas, with no mask on
Straight smash, if it wasn't for rappin', I'd be jackin', gettin' my blast on
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
Eternal mobbin' immortalized, immortalized, worldwide, worldwide
I can't believe these j-j-jealous niggas don't wanna s-s-see me rise
Thuggin' in the caddy t-t-they got me t-t-thuggin' worldwide
.
[Intro:]
Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
BLAOW! Y'know
I'm sure all you hustlers out there know
every rose got its thorns
Aha-ha
You know I gotta lil' some some
y'all probably dobe been thru before
If you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis
Peep game!
What you know about a, good girl gone bad, aha
I'ma lace you up wit somethin
I gave a nigga 8 G's to flip a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the lucci
Bring the 13 back and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho from the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's between her thighs
We can doublelise, be leavin me paralysed
I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, model style
and iced down during the draught season, ghetto smilin
In the back of my brain, my cock is goin insane
Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she done her times befo'
Kick back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'
I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta fine ho
to kick start my cargo and die slow
If the good girl goes bad, I'd hate to do it
but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe tagged
The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her breasts
dreamin of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet
lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's next?
Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to Midway
Where we was sposed to slang the YAY!
As she got off the plane looked at her ass kinda sad
Hope the girl don't go bad
[Chorus:]
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
I'm tryin ta get things I never had
We arrived at the Court about a quarter-to-8
She said she wanna go and eat some lobster and steak
I said "Hold on baby, before we continue
you know that's the little fuckin side of the menu"
She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, loosen up
I came to handle business, I don't come here to fuck"
Anyway, where your fuck's at? When they comin?
In a cue-ball 5, pulled up a tan woman
wit some niggas in the back of the car, another followed
Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and took a swallow
"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't gettin in there"
She said "I know, they came to make sure we're here"
We need to find a telly, put some food up in our belly
Take a shower and shit, call them fools when we're ready
In the low-key, we're in the cars switchin fo' lanes
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and slang me a thang
She was lookin at herself in the mirror wit lipstick
I'm thinkin to myself "30 G's wit one kick"
Got my mind on my money, all about the cash
Hope the girl don't go bad
[Chorus]
They hit the hotel lobby about 10:26 (26)
I told baby doll to go and give em the kicks (Give em the kicks)
I shoulda went wit her, I knew somethin was fishy
Gave them niggas straight flour and came back to kill me
Damn bitch, you did WHAT? She smirked and laughed
and said "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a badge
Said "Come and go with me", ho you must be loco
Baby talkin bout let's go to Acapulco
I was down for this shit she hit me with
Knowin she the Feds and all, wit her hands on my balls
Started huggin and kissin, even though she the Feds
Put my hand on her ass, she caught a slug in her ear
WHAT THE FUCK? They shot the bitch in the dome
I fell to the floor, pulled out the shotty chrome
Bustin at niggas, makin sure I get home (BLAOW!)
Caught up in mo' gangsta shit and I'm all alone
Tryin to smob out, wit the yay and the cash
Fools screamin out "Nigga, we gon' kill your ass"
Pulled the strap on the chauffer, jacked a limousine
Do what I gotta do to flee from the scene
[Chorus:]
The good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash
The good girl went bad
My good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
I'm tryin ta get things I never had
[Outro:]
She went bad
I thought it was all good though
Game'll switch up on you quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
[ verse 1 ]
Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas
Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
You want static with the fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthafuckin grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double m or a pistol grip
Robbin muthafuckas to stay alive
Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And o.g.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
[ verse 2 ]
A to the muthafuckin z
So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three
If my dome is tried to fuck
I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up
I ain't takin no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin family
Let spice hold the double m
I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn
So now I'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think I need to see the wiz cause I'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
Cap-cap-cap
Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like messy marvin, leave a mess
Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
Gettin paid off the muthafuckin ashpalt
So if you wanna step to a nigga though
I'm pluggin muthafuckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
I ain't the one
[ verse 3 ]
Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where I'm comin from
12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the fuck?
Livin like a muthafuckin sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
To the dome, to the muthafuckin dome
Duck quick as fuck when I reach for the chrome
I got the vest, I got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin muthafuckas up like doja
A nigga that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you fuck with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthafuckin walk-by
Like bbd give me the gat and i'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a saturday night I'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the pussy waitin to get fucked by the fucker
Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
Yeah
All y'all niggas out there in the muthafuckin spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
Niggas ain't bullshittin in '92
Ay bwoy, ay, this is... this is...
187, the 187, the (chill man) 187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (187)
The 187, the 187, the bloaw! (jump up in the house man, chill man)
187, the 187, (faces of death man) the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (what you know about faces of death man? )
The 187, the bloaw!
(*the 187 repeats in background then jamaican singing*)
(spice 1)
(born to kill), reign shit goes on right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket)
Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James bridge just blowin down motherfuckin train man
(casket), real type shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...)
Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white bandit
Watch them die over the cocaine (*choke*) faces of death man
In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it
We all the same man, we all in the same shit (s-p-i-c-e) word-a
We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder
The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)
(spice 1)
(east bay gangsta) east bay gangsta man, kill a rat
Kick that gangsta shit man word up (crazy)
Motherfuckin killer, in this...
Me say the 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187, the bloaw!
(spice 1)
Murder from the mind of a sick nigga
Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and tech clips
I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic lunatic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool
Faces of death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin pistols, tellin niggas to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my dope track
See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin strange
Got a nigga lyin on the floor with half of his fuckin brains
Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the gleams from the infra-red beams
Another motherfuckin walk-by in your hood
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got more faces than a motherfucker
So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas
Ay bwoy, ay this is... in this mother...
Faces of death is an way gone past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed
Faces of death is an way gone...
Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is... in your bed, in this...
Faces of death away, fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
Faces of death is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all your hoes in your bed (twilight zone to 1999 yet, spice 1)
Don't you ever... in your bed
East bay gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh (well all right, can you hang? )
Can you motherfuckers hang, I mean slang them thangs as they go?
Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, well I'm wrong
Say no, sing a sad song ohh, cause a,
Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all gon' hash one day
Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, east bay, well on willie
Mother pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right
Uh, bosko whassup nigga, where that chicken at?
Where that chicken at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there
?Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
High, high, high, high, come on
High, high, high, high, come on
High, high, high
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red beams
My squad like the SWAT team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means
Cream rules everythin?, money is power
Rather die like a soldier than live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with?
Haters be actin' like the game is gone
But they ain't open they eyes
I've been spinnin' Dead Presidents since they was alive
It's like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheap
We yay deep
Like a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, thugs ain't your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was juvenile
I told my PO I wouldn't get no drama
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl, the world is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her high powered
High, high, high, high powered
(Yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, high powered
(Natural born riders)
High, high, high, high powered
(From the womb to the tomb)
High, high, high, high powered
(We're real about this, we at this)
High, high, high, high powered
(?Immortalized?, high powered for life)
High, high, high, high powered
(We don't die, we multiply, thugs)
High, high, high, high powered
(Energized like them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high powered
(Move with thugs)
My life is all women and money but the money come over women
I'm a worldwide self-made mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the others that hate to love us
Wanna be us, but they can't see us
From a womb to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a world of yay dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor
Hit the front page of ?St. Louis Times?
High speed in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my jock
Bitches cussin' back and smilin' will never stop
We gotta duck, see I'm callin' 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang
Sported a rim since a BG original Bossalini
I'm tatted up thugged out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie
Where the Westside at? Where the Eastside at?
Where the North, where the South, where the Westside at?
We're 50 caliber players, mo' fools is 22's
Murder next to my marrow, killin' up streets with the blues
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, been around since '89
Steady 9, technism, thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin?, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the killa Cali, Westside
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered
High, high, high, high powered
(Yeah, they tryin? to kick the real thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, high powered
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? They ain't gon? win)
High, high, high, high powered
(They can't win, we're ridin' forever, they can't win)
High, high, high, high powered
(Patna, they just can't win, we high powered)
High, high, high, high powered
(You ain't nothin? but high cowards, it's 1999)
High, high, high, high powered
(Peep Speezie Ace Black Bossalini)
High, high, high, high powered
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, ?Immortalized?)
High, high, high, high powered
Powered, powered, powered
Powered, powered, powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
Yeah, play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in mutha phuckin' effect
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass niggaz
So raise up and recognize
And understand that this brother is hard to kill
I'm running this niggaz off their block
Taking their shit kicking it to the bitches
People can't lift off your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches
Nigga, bullets go through the door
I'll shoot you and that ho
Got a cap for each nigga
Fucking with my cash flow
Pid cap, be love cap pid
Because in the neighborhood 'cause still kill at will
Gotta keep on my pistol on tight, slanging sugar delite
That Shina white got these niggaz killing each other tonight
Sometimes a turf is like a war zone, or even Vietnam
Not at the movies but you still see the died come
And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo
You got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood
See niggaz will stick you for your cash
That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass
So Method Man show these niggaz the deal
Let these mutha phuckaz know that your hard to kill
Who dat nigga?
You on with me with the super fly Methtical nigga
Who want to die?
For year nigga
Wow, even try to test sides
Challenger your the bird with my 45 cabolar
Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1
And the method mutha phucka with the guns blazing?
You trail, my god, its amazing
Where your punk at?
Nightmares like Wes Craven
The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga
I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga
Your a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death
We'll throw your punk ass in the river
On the battle ship I'm the captain
Beat that ass bloody as I send it to the camp
Tical
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
Blah, these mutha phuckaz nutz if you want to murder me
Harder to kill than your average mutha phuckin' G
Rollz with the Uzi with that shit that will make your body drop
'Cause if your shot, tic toc and you don't stop
Nigga, down for my strap niggaz on their back
No rat-tat-tat so it's on the map
Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws
Got these niggaz screaming out paws
Pistol grip and breaking out their jaws
Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me
Many niggaz out there to go nuts with me
And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's, can't be put in no slammer
I don't be fucking with no snitches, ain't no body going to tell
Leave your dick in the dirt, and yo momma as well
New York to Cali niggaz are hard to kill, shit is too real
Your a ignorant mutha fucka if your not riding with your steal
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7
1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7
Capping your ass for the 94, what you know?
Grab your glock
Blah, me burst out first 'Mon
Yeah nigga
Muthafuckin east bay gangster
Back in your muthafuckin face
Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe
Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy
Triple gold d's and shit
Spice muthafuckin one knowmsayin
Straight mobbin
Four chickens in a coop
Make a nigga wanna shoop
Colonel sanders ain't poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's they can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck churches
Fools in the city turn the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin more chickens than foghorn leg
Feds wanna know where a nigga reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't kentucky fried
See, I boil it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
But it ain't mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo
Them feds don't play, hoe
Say no if they ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin indo talkin to my hitman
Put your ass six feet under like quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden shower
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and power
Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the funky chicken
Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
Never gettin high off your own supply
The world was a big fat vagina
Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes
Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real nigga tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the hustle goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed away
Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds
Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos niggas try to jack
See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
There ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t; and touch all of y'all
I'm countin chickens in my sleep
I used to count sheep
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it when my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin round with the funky chicken
Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
Never gettin high off your own supply
Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack with some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple gold
With just today twenty chicken sold
And niggas love me cos I'm straight 205
And when I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life
You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
You wanna murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
The underground villain, chicken seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hours
Watch my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna serve some more of that funky chicken
Yeah you know what I'm sayin
Straight mobbin and shit
About 30 ki's in the muthafuckin trunk
Niggas know what time it is
Knowmsayin
Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin shit
Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga
You know the rules, nigga
Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's greed
Straight game
Yeah
And when you're rollin in your muthafuckin drop
Or whatever you're ridin in
Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud
Cos muthafuckas'll ride up on you and straight
Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit
They don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga
This lley game ain't no muthafuckin joke
Yeah
Just get in funk behind them chickens
Straight uncut peruvian flavor
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake
Call me chef ? ? ?
Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail coppers gave me hell in a cell
But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip dump a snitch in a ditch
It's '94 I came to be fuckin' around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your ass
With a AK or a Uzi screamin', "Give me your cash nigga"
So back to fuck on up
'Cause can't nobody stop this nigga to sellin' a D
That's raw and uncut fuckin' over fiends
Laughin' in their faces sellin' soap to niggas can die any day
Niggas come showed off in them jacks G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My nigga was like a soldier we'd never knew that the bullet hit him
Thought to myself was cocaine with my homie's life
He picked the crime 'Do or Die' now he pays the price
To look in struggle on his face with his Gat in his hand
My nigga died with the face of a desperate man
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
Check motherfuckin' 1 check 1, 2
I gotta gets my mail thats what I gotta do
And don't nobody run up on me
'Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherfuckin' homie
I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
Through about O.E. and fourteen-years old
Young hog ass nigga never ever saw
Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
And all the youngsters sneakin' pass the bottle
Because the G's, pimps and hustlers was the motherfuckin' role model
And every time we had a house party
Was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body
And nobody stayed around for sequels
'Cause the nigga that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets around equal
Now they mobbin' I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots
Pistol's popped another motherfucker flopped
On the ass first up by the 44 flat line ambulance put him in the door
Loud screams from his homies yellin' I'm a smoke 'em
Feelin' bad cause his partners on blood joke 'em a touchin' scene
Niggas screamin' in the rain looked in his homeboys face
His homie said his name now he'd be lookin' for that nigga
With the Gat and ready for that re drum
With the face of a desperate man
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
94 is gettin hot style nigga, I gotta watch my shit
Mug on my face nigga hound dog mean bitch
I'm muggin' every nigga that be walkin' by
Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye
I'm wonderin' if I gotta pull out my steel
'Cause motherfuckers they can feel me they will look at me real
So, flow to the motherfuckin' 4, if I have to let '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 my motherfuckin' lonely
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
So we can tear this face, we can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, G yeah-man
So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo
94, Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass, yeah
Mean muggin' every nigga that ride by
Face of a desperate man nigga, I got to gets mine
So if you try to take my shit
Quick to bust a cap in that ass
featuring Mack 10
Intro: Mack 10
BLaaaow Blam 187
Straight murder display from LA to the Bay
Westside My nigga Spice 1 aka Fetty Chico
And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson
What up Spice
Spice 1:
We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's
If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed
Nigga shake the dice up roll 'em if it's one or ten
They won't be able to put your ass together again
Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices
Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest
From my homie down the street on the block
He copping everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini-Glocks
If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats
Me and my nigga Mack 10 committing terrorist acts
You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath
Have the heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest nigga
Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is
Yay under couches running out of crack houses
We down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack
Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack
Chorus:
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get
ready for theBlaaoow
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get
ready for theBlaaoow
Mack 10:
I'm in a murderous mindstate
I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight
I smoke that ??? that shit put me in a trance
And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson
Now when I come around punks know they're gone
??? my pistol around and fall straight into a coma
So take if you want it that's my number one motto
Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle
And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo
Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh
???...... chicken hawking
You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk
So I smoked the bitch and made it simple
I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho
So with a hard dick and guns, a bad bitch dies
I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes
Chorus
Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten
that's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in
L-l-leave him in the t-trunk
'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off
the s-safety
I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips
Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips
D-dirty l-licks m-midnight
M-Mack W-One O and l-laser sights
R-rollin b-blunts smoking to the doobie
In my h-hooptie with my uzi t-talking to me
Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off
He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off
So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard
Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard
Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me
So I let him count the bullets in my C-L-I-P
Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack
Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack
187-187-187-187-Blaaaow
Chorus
(Murder Murder)
Murder murder and Kill Kill Kill
World Wide WestSide
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'm pullin my gat to make
A mutha fucka fold up
In my jag on my phone talkin business, mac 10 to my dome yo what is this
I'm tellin him drop it yo let's box and we can go a round, he dropped
His gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
I know it's scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I'd rather hear
My uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
It's for protection not to kill or break a nigga's bones, back to the
Story, here's the story b the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some high beams into the eyes of
Some mutha fuckin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my uzi up
In the air and then I smashed off
I'm rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer
Steak
I ain't no joke mutha fucka so don't play yourself, I flip you over fry
Your ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the
Mutha fuckin east bay gangsta
Meneme forgot to use my nine 'cause 5-0 bombed the ak, the 187 posse
Robbed the bank in a way. legal or illegal it's the way of the bay. the
Government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. me shootin up me
Shootin up if he don't give me my pay the niggas up on the block send
For me every day. a thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. just
Call me east bay g-a-n-g-s-t-a
Verse 2:
Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
The benz 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to kill me, if I don't smash
Full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I'll shoot
Him up bathed in his blood like mr bubble
187 did I do it with an ak, another day a nigga dead up in the
Alleyway
Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
Lock my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into your
Ass like charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me i'ma
Blow your fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
Fuckin eastbay gangsta
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(? ? ? ) g-nut
Because he's down with the fac, lynch mutha fuckas when we're coolin
The block. the x the l the a the r-g-e, the murder fac 187 posse. the
E-a-ski is with 187, the cmt is with 187
Verse 3:
Now as I'm maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell, with nuthin but dried
Up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I'm coolin in
These fucked up county blues
I 've murder mutha fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the morning
I'll be getting the electric chair
But do I care, yo I could give a fuck less, the cia, fbi got it in the
Chest
Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin
Smooth like niagara falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet
Ate his ass like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with ak I made him say his grace, and then i
Emptied the clip off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
Die, that's what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one, to feel the
Fuckin blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, I'm goin straight hell, that's why I'm kickin
You tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
Fuckin eastbay gangsta
Dja mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky
Gangsta. the gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got e-a-ski in the house mon, me got me dj xtra large
Mon, we got cmt in the mutha fuckin house, dja mon we got (? ? ? ? ) check
It out!
Verse 4:
Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
Reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
Your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank it's s-p-i-c-e 1 me buckin em
Down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the 187
Faculty bitch so fuck the
(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, handcuffs, and house rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me
Shoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me
We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa hospital
But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like that
We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the dullja's
With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it like john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1)
We built up out the scene with out a clue
People call the police but that's all they can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try their pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor
And suckers who don't feel me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out their range rovers
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a fuck about you, yeah
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
(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 rob these motherfuckers
for every nookie and cranny
My nigga G-N-U-T is up inside
He's trapped with the AK that's how us East Bay niggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
(Boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
So Boss can load a full clip
A trigger-happy bitch screamin ";get down";
motherfuckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'G'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my glock to use my glock
Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
(Boss)
My nigga G-Nut whattup?
(Nutter, cause we ain't ?pit? stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
for the robbery car to kill the cop
(Spice-1)
Like Bonnie & Clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this Uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
(Chorus w/variations)
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
(Boss)
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling ";clear"; to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
that's showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway
We slid away niggas get done away
Then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's
and thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
(Spice-1)
Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag 50G's, 100 stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'G' they won't take me alive 'G'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and start some OK like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'G'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
I'm pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
(Chorus w/ variations)
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
(*Several gun shots*)
.
Chorus:
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
Verse 1: young kyoz
Here I come steppin'
Tha murder weapon
Cappin' off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
Nigga
Your life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me 'cause I'm floating cross
Tha river droppin g shit
Wit mo' kicks than a steven segal
(boyaaa!) peep this
From tha unforgiven mask murderer
Handcuffing tha m-i-c
Serving niggaz like miky d's
Mo' action's than jackson
U never breath again like toni braxton
When I'm maxing
Shooting rhymes like john paxson
And don't forget
Tha lights on tha carmera
So I lick 'em
Stick 'em
Did 'em
Dun 'em
Get mo' mellow than I trail 'em
To tha darkside
And make 'em evacuate wit tha sickness
Killin' my fatal flow wit tha quickness
Ugh!
U really don't wanna see me and my flow
(u don't wanna see me, u don't wanna see me) 'cause I can play it like
Casper
Get real
Then I'm ghost
All I want to know
Fool!
Can u feel it?
Nigga!
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
Verse 2: e-40
Uuhh!/
Nigga who tha fuck u talkin to?
Talkin ya ass muthafucka
U's got no clue
I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
Tha black
I fill me mildow wit my
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away
Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft
But fool I'm here to stay
(gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz
(gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
It's hot
No rock n jock
U big bullies get turned to semi automactics
Get too of full ass
I like tha times wit my social thugs
Stay away from tha
Brushing up on my shooting skillz
Charge of property land
Aiming at coke bottle and aluminuim can
Walkin' around this muthafucka wit ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut I'm about
Muthafuck u!
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can u feel it 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' killa
Bailin' up out tha caddy
Wit tha inferred up on my milla
See ya muthafuckin' head up
Wit this muthafuckin' in his mouth
Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some g shit
From some niggaz
Who really don't give a fuck
1990-sick up on this album all u bitches duck
Bbllaawwhhh!
Triple gold knack off
Be holdin my tire on
Fuckin' wit tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
My nigga e-4-0
Double jeff
And kyoz
U way off
Hoes like a fro
And u gunn stay soft
That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass
Ya fony nigga
East bay gangstaz for life
Str8 1-8-7 killaz
Talkin':
Bbllaawwhh!
Yeah man
We just take em got em
Put tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!
Just takin' muthafuckin' grims out they mouth
'cause really don't give a fuck
Bbllaawwh!!!!
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby? )
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(I want to know)
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
Turn around, motherfucker sheriff
Motherfucker got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and shit
Handcuffed a nigga
Threw him on the backseat, search a nigga car
Find his goddamn strap, now I'm up in this motherfucker
Straight caught up, Fuck it though, you know
Soon as a nigga steps up in the county
I see killaz goin to the row
It was a riot kickin off early up in the dorm next door
I'm up in the 9500 where the shankin is on
If you up in the LA county, nigga you feelin me strong
It's a million penitentary one OG said
Secerity Guard fast tapped a shank up under our bed
And bust them headz with a flashlight at 3 in the morning
Waken your ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues on
And get the fuck up out the bunk we gonna go for a walk
Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk
About the shit that be goin on up in the County Jail
5 guards handcuffed a nigga beat him to death in his cell
See 3 days is like a month, 3 months is like a year
Cause you can get your throat slit from ear to ear
I wish somebody would help me out in the situation I'm in
But there ain't no luv up in the County
cause your foe's got to be your friend...
If the guard want to come and find mine
2 hands and a Razor blade
then the officer gonna have to get my
2 hands off the razor blade
When I wake up in the morning and see it again
then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead
and if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.
Yeah you know what I'm sayin a dead motherfucker
barely up in there, they try to slide around all over the place
like a little bitch or something
They try to get him to calm down, but anyway it goes like this
They tell a nigga strip down to naked and shit
in the shower with thirty motherfuckers
But there's only ten in the shower
Then they tear off somebodies draws and be like
Awww too big too small, that shit ain't cool mayn
Verse 2
Murder, it's just a part of the game, you get you jugular opened
up if you say the say the wrong niggaz name, I hear the guard screamin
shut the fuck up, and as I look to my right side I see
niggaz gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded, sliced
watch your adam's apple when the guards hit the lights
but the real niggaz luv me, though I'm 1990-sick
plus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quick
so past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rude
but if you starve for a minute you gonna fuck with this fool
up in the county jail, niggaz be startin them riots
and if you see some of murder, shut you mouth and be quiet
If you are hard keep your shank nigga, there ain't no tellin
when the mafia bailin up in the cells where the niggaz dwellin
only the strong survive, I ain't no motherfuckin cat
I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker
I'm tellin him to bring it on in my cell
Get my yokes on all night long
Bustin lyrics with my killa partners they so sick
sittin around all night spittin bout G shit
said he had three keys the motherfuckers call him fiends
now he's stuck up in the county with some niggaz like these
ain't no muthafuckin luv up in the county jail
picture you life a livin hell if you slangin yea...
Chorus with news reporter
If the guard want to come and find mine
2 hands and a Razor blade
Then the officer gonna have to get my
2 hands off the razor blade
When I wake up in the morning and see it again
then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead
and if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.
News reporter
How a small law inforcement budget can't even put a dent
on an estimated 100 billion dollars of weed in this business
Verse 3
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
and if you don't walk straight, then they gonna have to beat you
until you have to crawl, this ain't no bullshit
you gonna mind somebody, niggaz comin up in here
thinkin that they bought it like they John Gotti
and still get the fuck broke off
take the hardest muthafucka and turn him into something soft
I keep a shank up in my sandwich, so I can do damage
to motherfuckers who wanna test my nuts and handle this
looked at my cellmate he threw up his set
but Trigger guy so hard died with a tattoo on his chest
so know this gangsta shit is poppin, the guards is comin
Motherfuckers is runnin, I hear the Po-Po gunnin
While the bullets is screamin, I hear get the fuck on the floor
niggaz holler man damn it's the murder show
so get you muthafuckin shank and nigga beware
of the Sh Sh Sheriff cause he's out there...
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 18BLAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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 car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the hpd
That's when I knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin
Got the 20th and nice as I kicked my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he already knew
He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and your gun went bang
And all you could see was flames"
At that very moment coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the city streets
City streets
[ verse 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a little joe
I'm kissin on the dice and I'm pimpin em like my hoe
So then I roll again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
Fadin another 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the juice
My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place
Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt
So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back"
I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
The city streets
[ verse 3 ]
A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world of madness muthafuckas die
Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies
And set like an example, a villain like john gotti
The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin jack
I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack
Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
Aight, banks
I peep your thighs when I look in the car
Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star
Ain't a trick honey, cuz tricks is for pimps and hoes
Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes
Throw that ass on the seat like ??? and me alone
Havin' sweaty sex, feelin' breasts with lex on
Do it in the brome with diamond links and chrome
Just call me on the phone and let me know it's on
So sexy when I seen ya, want to hit it right there
Picture myself fuckin the pretty curls out your hair
Me and you buckin naked, no panties, no one to wear
Doin' thug dancin and ??? like Fred Astaire
Wanna do it to ya till ya can't taste no more
On the edge of the bed about to fall on the floor
Shift to high speeds than I hit it real slow
Spark up the indo, said baby give me some more
Can I Hit It Tonight?
CHORUS
I got the ??? in the crysty
and all you gotta do is come kiss me
And if you diss me, honey that's all right
My thug game is still tight
Just trying to see if I can hit a little something tonight
I see the pressure, you want to make a move but you won't
I know what you thinking, i'm thinkin' something is wrong
Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh?
Turn off the lights and give me a back rub, huh
Got my mind twisted up, I know what's crackin
In the tub, bubble bath, kinky sex and laughin'
Keep my heat on the seat of the toilet, you think it's funny
Giggling when i'm slappin that ass, countin' more money
You know I love you girl
I could set a cup on your booty and it'll hold
Mob style, livin' them thugged out dreams
baby i'm a rider and i'm into some things
but I ain't goin into detail honey, just call me on it
my partners might call me on the phone in the morning
won't wake you up before I go...go, oh no
Up early whippin' birdies that don't chirp to get my cash flow
Don't take it personal, it's all love
Let's do it around the house all night and smoke bud
Put some ice on your belly button, lickin' it off
I'm tatted up, thugged out, your body warm and soft
Can I Hit It Tonight?
CHORUS
I shove my thug love deep inside, watch you react
Sexy as hell, diggin your nails deep in my back
Can I Hit It? Let's play a little hide and go get it
Smell your perfume through the rooms of the house, come wid it
On the back of the sofa, got me bendin' ya over
Rug burns on me knees
Got my brim on your head with a cigar in your mouth
Trying to act like me, trying to be thugged out
Like coffee skin tone remind me of pancakes
Dancin' on the kitchen table, got me watchin' and shakin'
You was waitin' at the house with a t-shirt and your panties on
We thuggin in a six, hold on it won't be long
Break the bed, bangin' bodies like two Bloods and Crips
Got your hand on my thigh while i'm grippin' your hips
Call the po-pos cause it's a crime what I do to your body
Lost in ecstacy, bombed out, doin' the naughty
Can I Hit It?
Aiyyo Spice, all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin' these fake ass raps, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, I hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them gats
I'm ready to jack 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 is fuckin' it up upon the flow
And if you got the static motherfucker we can go
My homie Ant Banks got the bass line thumpin'
Stop a nigga heart 'cause my mouth is a guage pumpin'
Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two
But y'all don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough
Comin' hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin'
Steppin' into the ring fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson
Gimme all your cash 'cause I'm about to blast
And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin' ass
Niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth
And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house
My name is Spice 1, I be a vicious motherfucker
Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter
And if you think its possible to harm 'em
I be stickin' my foot up in your ass like it was [Incomprehensible]
So nigga brake yourself and buy the motherfuckin' tape
The beat'll fuck your ears like a statutory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip
And by the way if you want your life don't take yourself
Buy the dope ass record and brake yourself
Huh, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got MC Ant in the motherfuckin' house
He came to break these motherfuckers
Load the clip and handle your business, partner
A N T is like a motherfuckin' pro in it
Niggas didn't know that I kick it funky and flow with it
Straight up out the O A K L A N D
Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak
Who's that on the corner be stoppin' and starin' to makin' 'em stutter
Was that MC Ant, the rip-a-rappin' motherfucker
187 with the 211 and progress
So get out the shit break bitch because I'll just
Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape
I pop if you wanna brake and dump you off in the lake
Run if you dumb dick I'm quick to pop the clip
Slip if you wanna slip, I'm tough and won't even trip
Don't move and you won't get hurt
Take off your motherfuckin' clothes and put your face in the dirt
This is a genuine gank move, bitch
So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich
Another nigga might play it on a cool tip
But Ant and Spice won't be takin' no bullshit
Everything nigga, even your gold tooth
I knock the motherfucker lose if you want prove
'Cause I'm down for the mail
And if it's worth the jail I'm out on bail
If it ain't given I'll straight up take your wealth
Tell a motherfucker straight up brake yourself
Yeah, and that's how we run that shit on this motherfuckin' stage
Right now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time
With that gangsta shit
It's like a G O, and I kick in a bankin' a motherfucker
So stop at the red light and I just wanted a battle
Another rich ass nigga on a ego tip
Give up the Rolex watch [Incomprehensible] bitch
And have ya both in the back of a black hearse
Bitch, if you want your life give me your fuckin' purse
This is a Halloween trick or treat
But if you trick you get beat shut up left dead in the street
'Cause 187 is runnin' shit up in the house
Down to shoot you in your motherfuckin' mouth
And MC Ant of O A K L A N D
Is with the faculty and S P I C E
So put the goodies inside the bag
This ain't a lolly gag stick in my clip and raise him up out his jag
I let the motherfuckin' 9 click
Comin' at our dome kickin' funky gangsta shit
So nigga empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll
Try to be a hero and let us nut up your ass hole
'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just play parts
But I specialize in stoppin' nigga's hearts
187 is sendin' niggas to ghetto heaven
We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revvin'
So don't pound too hard and fuck up your health
And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and brake yourself
Yeah
Motherfucker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip
You wanna get the bomb, baby
Yeah, nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit
Yeah, nigga , MC Ant and Spice in the house
With Ant Banks on the tracks
Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherfuckin' house
187 motherfucker
Goin' out to all you motherfuckers
We got the dope shit
Bustin' caps in your motherfuckin' eardrums
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
Some niggas be all up in my shit, you 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 because I'm born to die
I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga where the scrilla
Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm down for thefetty
Ready to die for them presidents, high powered and deadly
I ask to ball or not to ball, partner answer the question
I meet a nigga running up on my hooptie with Smith and Wesson
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
One time for your mind
Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers
All my niggas on the grind, packing nine millimeters
Nine lives like cheetahs but your still in [unverified]
Drug dealers peep the shit that I kick
Hustling, busting down zips making chips
If we ain't making it we taking shit
To the extreme hit the scenery with machine
Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, nobody scream
Nobody run, I come like point blank
Mobbing the motherfucking bank, looking like Benjamin
Frank and I take so many penitentiary chances, to make
Scrilla scratch niggas must have more stack in the safe
I mean [unverified], nigga your safe is my safe
And I'm gonna make sure that my safe ain't your safe
By putting a .38 up in your face
For running up in my place and shake the spot
And not expect to get your ass shot
Yeah, another one bites the dust
The shyster busts caps at your house
Matter fact, niggas don't like the Yukmouth
About to L-U, didn't they tell you
I'm a youngster trying to have something like my nigga L-Q
Ballin'
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
It's the motherfucking East Bay G with
The hundred clipper, savage thug nigga
See I was born with the lust for money, chrome plated triggers
Mob style haulering 187 up in your face
Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that your out of place
Motherfuckers don't be knowing we vicious and vicious
To get the cheese more tickets to G's, cruises overseas
Can't be no punk about the shit that we're in
Got to be a soldier to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends
Balling till I die, until I die I'll be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shot caller
Whatever I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever
Never slip stay on my toes nigga walk with the yellow stripe
But pull me back, because they cowards and shit
I be the nigga that take your drama and put a twist in your the shit
Caps get slapped with steel, hot slugs will be your meal
Fucking around with my money is just going to get your ass killed
5-1-0 And 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?
Ha ha ha. To thug or not to thug? To G or not to G? See that's the
Question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause I'm from the Bay
Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me
Count the dollars on the Lexy don't waste your time
Let it shine let it shine let it shine
Mizzolas and 850 flossin' I'm tossin'
Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin'
Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke
My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me
The G with the strap up on my side
Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know I'm ready to ride
Hide but you can't get away
This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away
But you still pull it on me, see I ain't trippin'
I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me
Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me
Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost
Kill 'em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss
Mobster ballin' out the hooptie
Who could it be? S.P.I.C.E
5-1-0 And 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?
Sound like baller I'm caught up in troubled times
Destiny knows help me free my mind
What can I do but stay true and be a man
I'm just doin' what I can
Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice
Hang out with killers and dodge device
Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?)
I wouldn't of done it if I didn't have to
In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin'
Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for a home I feel alone
On these cold streets, 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 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?
It's the Dub S.C. O.G. parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue Chevy
My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready
With G's crime related, affilated eyes faded
Big bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federated
My crews full of nothin' but riders high off the Remy
Chuck Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha)
Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and night
Went from chronic to water but now we pushin' the China white
Much loved by many but now by many hated
Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it
But don't get mad at me because I executed the game
I got my hustle on loc you can do the same
(prodeje)
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off
Peace to my 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, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
(prodeje)
Man don't you know the nina is the shit?
(spice-1)
Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer
P-e-a-c-e to my motherfuckin nine servin ya
Cause I don't give a fuck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover p-i-g
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherfucker rest
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit
(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that ass bitch
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy
(spice-1)
Me hit the block with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady
They owe me money and they better pay me
My shit will fuck up ya posse with the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So listen closely to the echo of the clap
Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my niggas
My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the triggers
So now I gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker drop
It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to jack the dana-danes
A g-t-a with jackin nigga left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he thought I was a star
Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw
(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that ass bitch
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy
(prodeje)
So why you quit fuckin with the nine?
(spice-1)
I got love for nina g but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top
(havikk)
Don't you know that nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?
(havoc)
I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep
I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood pool
So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v
Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty
(havikk)
I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga
187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga
Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin
They ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin
The back-street way yard six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver
The murders watch quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over
(prodeje)
I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts
And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse
I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0
And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo' anus hole
So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
And leave your brains pole sating in your fuckin lap
(havikk)
The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
The giddily fuckin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker
380's on that asshole nigga
(chorus: spice-1)
B-blast at 380
Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
The number you have reached 4x
[ VERSE 1 ]
We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom
In Elementary
I never thought you'd end up in the penitentiary
Readin these letters you've sendin me
Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies
They wanna see me burried
I heard you had to put some work in
when you got there
Don't wanna rott there
Heard niggas plot there
So what you're doin bout 5 to 10
Collect for robert green from the federal pen
Nigga what you do to get yourself in jail
He said I'm fightin double murder
25 with an L
Can you help me with my lawyer
I'm gettin kinda broke
Good girl gone bad
Niggas got smoked
Can't talk too much about it on the phone
Po-Po'd listen peep game
Your ass'd never come home , see
Damn you can't escape the drama
Don't be stressin Imma give the scrilla
To your baby momma
I seen your baby boy and he's doin O.K.
Lil' playa lookin more and more like you everyday
Yeah
You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back
Up on the main line
I make sure that your family's doin fine
Comrads since the age of 3
And I know my patna will do the same for me
Collect from the pen
[ CHORUS ] 3x
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T
Straight from the state penitentiary
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T
From the federal penitentiary
[ VERSE 2 ]
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T
It's dollar bill Susanville collect for me
Said he was glad that I'm in the rap game
Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game
We used to be 2 lil' bad ass kids
Reminiscin on the dirt that we did
Back in the day we had to stick together , man
Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man
Takin the turns
While we used to keep watch out for the cops
Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots
Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin
Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons
My people was tryin to call and see if I'm in home yet
With hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks
( get out the phone befo' you get stole on )
They send my patna to the hole again
Before the conversation even began
Collect from the pen
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Hello you reached the east bay gangster S-P-I-C-E
Well its the homie from the federal penitentiary
What you have doin black
You call your momma back
She's stressin hard as you off where you at
I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on
Braided hair with them crazy black locks on
Mad dog and ?? hog throwin up the hood
Be right here smokin Broccoli with me if you could
Peep this
My little patna been in jail so long
That he ain't even thinkin bout comin home
You got the only family that he know besides
his momma in the pen with him
And all the oldschool comrads is in with him
I didn't have to ask him what he pulled them licks for
You get them pictures that I send you of my '64
Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in
The one them suckers try to run up on the side in
We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in
Never forget the dirty work you put in
Collect from the pen
[ CHORUS ]
The number you have reached :
5-5-5-4-7-3-5
Has been disconnected
You stupid muthafucka !!
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
You could tell that the east bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers
'Cuz he got a TEC-9 in the bushes, bushes, bushes
And that's how his shit was handled
First name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J
E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennesy
Robbers with the muthafuckin' name O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin
Had a nigga name Juice doin' time in the pen
You couldn't tell but Gin was a bitch though
'Cuz she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they'd come
With two fat niggas named Bacardi and Rum
The caps jacked hoe and the sight was scary
The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body
And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel
So Jack tried to bail Juice out the jail
But O.E. had the judge on a payroll clock
So Jack chopped the judge up and broke Juice out
And everybody's talkin' 'bout Gin and Juice
Juice shot Gin 'cuz the bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin' they ain't gonna get me
I round up the posse and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls
Had 99 niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call
So E and J and Jack and Juice 9'd em all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey payed the bill
Got the money from the bitch, went to strawberry hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive
But Mickey was slick, he had a colt 45
And now he's wondering how he got the word
It was a neighborhood wyno Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice
It was a hundred 87 proof
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird
Time for the hurricane he said word
Thunderbird in the alley way wearin' a beanie
Tryin' to get a sip from the cop Mr. Martini
St. Ides screwed up Thunderbirds top
Spilled his drink and gave 'em straight to the cops
But it's too late, Martini knows it all
Mickey and his boy OD were slangin' 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill
So when he asked for Juice he got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on burning block
The murderous cop killer Mr. Peppermint Schnapps
Mickey has this thing about nosey cops
And it made Mr. Peppermint lose his top
Martini off duty waitin' for the Night Train
Didn't know his wife Champaign would ever see him again
Peppermint Schnapps creepin' with the colt 45
Got a pierced cap for the train to ride
Gotta stay low and vibe, here comes the train
All the boys said the engineers Bartles and Jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast
Martini fell on the ground, there was a big splash
Mr. Schnapps got up 'cuz the cops chased him
So now Mickeys in a vet in front of the station
Let you know Jack and Juice was undercover
And Jack was mad because Mickey shot his lover
There was a big shoot out and Mickey got Juice
He couldn't hang with the 187 proof
Juice was splattered and St. Ides and took a fall
And then Indo smoked 'em all
Check it out
Check it out
I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder, I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb
I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of death
As I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags
I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me
You see it's real G and jealousy it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock
'Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it
My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy
And when I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home
Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow
Did things up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you
It's good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of fright
Violent in this art that's only because
It's comin' from a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families
Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G
Nuthin' like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow
I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age 4
Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day
Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they wanna go on tour G
Gettin' into the business learn about the industry
Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the next jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops let that story tell itself
I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note
And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
[ Ant Banks ]
( *burp* )
Aw shit
One of them fake-ass answer machines again
1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine
( *dial tone* )
[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a
Geah man
[ Ant Banks ]
Ha-ha
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up with that, nigga?
[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang
Shootin out da window of mi drop-top Mustang
Aim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and order your rock-a
Geah man
[ caller ]
Ah yeah
This - ah
Liquor Store Willie - ah
I wanna -
I want some for 10 dollars
Can you do somethin for me for 10?
[ Spice 1 ]
Mi nigga Ant Banks, come down with di funky breakdown
( *inhaling, coughing* )
Damn man
This ganja gets you fucked up, man
Geah
Mi need lick up another 20 sack
Geah man
[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-a
Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi nigga G-Nut put together Endonesia
Mi call it Gaja, give me some fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
Even though Endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order your rock
Geah man
[ caller ]
Uh yeah
Uh this - eh
Suck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block
Uh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece
[ VERSE 4: Spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the East Bay Gangsta
The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the game
The killin dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass nigga
Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger
So D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquor
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order your rocks
Geah man
[ Ant Banks ]
Ah no, Spice
I don't want no rocks and shit, man
I'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
Ain't never had a gun
Ain't never been to jail
Ain't never shot a muthafucka
And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape
I'm tired of it, man, I'm tired of it
I ain't buyin it
Fuck that shit
You fake, partner
Fuck that
Fuck that
I'm out, man
[Intro: some dred woman]
Dere's no time for dem future
Come short wit me 9 milimeter
Body beater, doesn't pick up
Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh
[repeat]
[Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]
Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't
think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate
Just a down ass nigga that you think you know
But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow
So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere
S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare
I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past
and I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass
Ain't no more pilin up your faeces
cos niggas be actin like bitches
Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart
I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart
like me, bring it back e'rybody die
Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July
Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
even though I'd rather do the shit by myself
[Chorus:]
Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance
Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
when you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no
[Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T]
Things are kinda cruel on the streets
Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me
But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me
Why is that? I had no son enemies
I got rid of every last motherfucker
for the simple fact I can't trust a
Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit
You come my way so ya have to die bitch
I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead
beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver
Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva
Neither you or crew that you pumpin
wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin
Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9
Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine
Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty
Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me
Swing my way you get your dome sprayed
[????] [????] fucked around and became my best friend
Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"
like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1]
Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named [?]"Xena spokes and vogues"[?]
Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose
Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well
Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
Late night, greedy gut, major clientel
Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will
Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
When I fill your ass to the rim like brim
I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them
How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker
I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker
[Chorus]
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
when you know that you ain't gon' shoot
[Spice 1]
[verse one]
dear lord, could you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now, the block is hot
I hear the street demons callin
playin russian roulette
with thug nature, sky fallin
don't wanna die broke and alone, smokin a zone
with the homies in the car strapped up
with a vest on, lord please tell Lucifer
he need to turn the heat down
cause I'm convinced that hell is up on these streets now
the hood is on fire, niggas comin up short (short)
ashphalt burnin the sole of my jordans (jordans)
how long will I mourn my homies is gettin shot
not even mommys tears cool the drama or not
just gettin hotter, my homies can't take it anymore
sick and tired of bein broke stressed and poor
enemies, wanna murder me at 3000 degrees
wanna catch me on my paper route scoutin for cheese
turn the heat down
[chorus]
dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now [x1]
(Outlawz...)
[verse two]
its been a long ass road, for me and my dogs
late nights is cold and day times is hard
and everyday is a test, and god must be the teacher
hatin ass niggas, make me travel with my heater
and satan been waitin, on a nigga like me
since the day I was born homie I knew it was on
daddy gone, and now I'm left to raise myself
the devil playin games with me, got me lustin for wealth
so me and my homies went out to get it, no matter what
the lord I know it's wrong, but somebody gettin touched
and I can feel the flame, everyday I'm in the game
my homie died in vain, so now we ride in his name
are we goan ball or die, put it all on the line
get this money man, make 'em haters wanna shine
for makaveli, killer khadafi the prince
may the lord bless your soul nigga, till the very end
[chorus]
dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now [x1]
[verse three]
although you hate to be broke, even smoke with the folk
made alot of money dropped alot on the floor
did alot of shit I never done before
fucked alot of hoes never paid they cardinal
always blast first when it comes to this woe
its in my bloodline plus my daddy done it before
you never seen hardtimes why you fakin it for
you never seen another nigga with his brains on the floor
I think it's all for me to figure why you hatin me for
but then again I'm one of them motherfuckers that do shit broke
and then again I'm one of them niggas that'll eat off the floor
and I got pool massive blood what you askin me for
and you don't need what you think you do
and you don't really wanna die but I huck you thru
its gettin hotter on the streets tryin to kill who snitchin
and if you can't stand the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen
its gettin hotter nigga (punk ass nigga, outlawz shit bitch)
[chorus]
dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now [x1]
[verse four]
livin life hot to death we stop the press
stop to, catch my breath and count who left
you see this black rain pourin, they wanna see us prehistoric
you wanna see me in the county or the corener's
there's angels with me, so I can never give up
makaveli trained soldier, just aim and bust
from my mental that is, with a pencil that is
known got a old soul like he been to the bid
lil' wayne wasnt lyin, the block is scorchin
what gotta kill a cop just to stop the torture
watch the roads cause there really aint nobody to trust
a outlaw till I die you better ride wit us
we stand firm in the flame watch the face to burn
I get a blast from the past when the pain return
dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now
[chorus]
dear lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down, I'm feelin the flames of hell
underneath my feet now, underneath my feet now
underneath my feet now, feelin the flames of hell
[Spice 1]
I been thuggin' since my adolescents
All of my homies and peers tucked in the killers
And pimps perfectin' their profession
Never confessin', or tellin' when they police possession
Snitches and bitch ass niggas pleadin' police protection
We turn the globe till the day we die (die)
Spinnin' the world on my finger like Alan Eye
Cali's finest, real motherfuckers fo' sure
And they don't make real niggas like us no mo'
It's a rare breed, I been thuggin' since eighty-five (five)
At the age of fifteen, yeah my draws hella high
With a thirty-eight snub (snub) bangin' on other pushers (pushers)
I even had the t-a-tech nine in the bushes
But now I'm pushin' Cali trucks and six hundreds
stand blunted, givin' slugs to niggas who got it comin'
We ain't ridin' for nothin' (shit) they don't front forever thuggin'
Suckers cross the game and suffer the re-percussions
[Chorus: Kokane]
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
[Tray Deee]
I'ma start mine checkin' with the hard time records
Lower class known to mash born to blast any second
It's that criminal, original, Tray Deee the imperial
Gangsta's spit anger through your motherfuckin' stereo
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curl
Off a bottle with my motto strictly fuck the world
As I bust a pearl and the chrome at your cranium
Whoever get wounded shoulda knew where I was aimin' them
Haulin' out the set fingers seen on my neck
But no comin' fourth to court cause my team is on deck
Insane to the fullest with the bullets to prove
Ninety-nine point nine per cent of you can't stand in my shoes
I gang bang for a hobby, murder, robbery and kidnap
And gettin' in my business, point this way you can get clapped
Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool
Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool
[Chorus: Kokane]
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
[Spice 1]
Teflon and clutsey glass, S-Class and escalade
Forty-five, calacoals, jewels and french braids
Niggas mean mug, I'm in the nature of a thug
Finna room to a tomb we boss playin' and blowin' blood
It's West Side mental, extra mash is my mentality
Niggas bite the bullet and end up with chest cavaties
Gradually fo'-fo' gon' make niggas define gravity
Got one foot in the grave and I feelin' my angels grabbin' me (damn)
Stablishly vicious up in the game
Seen a lot of raw and uncut shit up in these sterets mayn
"I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto"
Pac died in ninety-six and I still can't let go
My fallen soldiers, love you niggas for stayin' real
I hope you see me thuggin' still rollin' with heat of steel (steel)
But it don't stop (stop), money, hoes I'm still rushin'
Still high as fuck, still heat and still bustin'
[Chorus: Kokane]
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go
Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round
[Verse 1: Spice 1]
I'm platinum while I'm gattin, now that finger's shining
It's nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds
I'ma dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it
Big boss like a 500 Benz to a honda civic
Comin wit it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he shitted
Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, fuck a critic
Y'all opinion is like a asshole, I stick my uzi in it
Windows tinted, Took a stop at the corner for some business
I'ma take 7 suckas, Put 'em in a line
And add 7 more suckas, Who think they can time
I'ma take 7 more, Before I go for mine
Now that's 21 suckas slumped at the same time
Ain't no haters in here and it's leather wood on the steering
We ain't trippin, Stash spot heat in the ceiling
1, 2, 3, 4 TV's and 23's
You can barely see the tides, It's the chrome when it gleams
In my thug world
[Chorus]
You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world
Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down, thug world
You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world
Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down, thug world
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Skis, Spread out in the glass house
Skate through the streets like ice
Skates in the 68, Town rob skate
Rob skate, Bounce break, Bounce make the earth quake
I'ma show you niggaz bout a real g, Nigga
Most g niggaz, It's still me, Nigga
Bitches all around this motherfucker
Don't make me have to clown this motherfucker
You betta sit down in this motherfucker
Cause this is my thug world, Gangsta paradise
I'm all hood, Nigga, I'm all ice
No matter what you said, I done said it twice
No matter what you said, I done said it twice
Cooked on like rice, Surround like vice
Kurupt motherfucker, And the bitch is a broad
Even dick psychic bitches like deon ward
Thug world
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
I keep 3 bitches wit me: Ross, Crystal, And Mary jane
Mary jane, Mary jane, You know you're my everything
Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers
It's nothin like a motherfuckin old school player
Like the NFL, But I don't rush the quarterback
I'll rush the whole thing back and i'll pick up another slack
Mo chips than mandalay, Rippin representin the bay
But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday
Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee
I'm sippin hennessy, Gettin drunker than nick nolte
Straight so-soldiers, Drunk not sober
Sh-shoot you in ya chest, Let ya wind free like oprah
Green ones break down, We ain't fuckin wit charlie brown
We ain't rappin for peanuts, We want the meal tickets now
Narcoleptic, Sleepin disorder, Retrospective
Some niggaz try to ball in the game and got intercepted
We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino
Hustlin till the sun wake up, The bambino
In my thug world
[Chorus: Spice 1]
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
[Spice 1]
Twenty five with an L, three strikes and you can't post bail
How many niggas is you gonna catch without a strap
and at least an ounce of yayo
I know some niggas that wanna smoke me G
But I ain't just rollin' up and catchin' no slugs
so these niggas can have their glory
Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, AR-15s' split that ass
Fuck the po-po, I'm the nigga with a gat that's quick to blast
I'm takin' a case, cause case is a nigga when I take my life
Spendin' money on straps - but an A.K. is pretty nice
Gotta watch my back, when it comes to my life it ain't no price
Sippin' on this yak, peepin' out some niggas shootin' dice
Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps
Niggas peel caps and niggas get slugs in they fuckin' back
I'd rather be takin' a strike, me get my ass struck
Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin' gut
Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit
I'm rollin' with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips nigga
[Chorus: Spice 1]
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes and you can't post bail
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
[Spice 1]
5-0 fuckin' off my high, pullin' up under they glocks
Talkin' 'bout here's is his block, tellin' me I can't serve no notch
Yola, Coca-Cola, hustlin' for my fetty
kickin' them candy for them fiends blockin' it up and then you're ready player
But keep your eyes peeled, don't swing at least of all
they give your ass a strike, have you lookin' at cell walls
Niggas who slangin' them birds better watch out for your third
The judge'll trick a nigga and throw a fuckin' curve
That's when your ass is through, it ain't shit that you can do
Leavin' your ass stuck, out in your fifty two
Sayin' it ain't no sunshine when you're stuck in a five by seven
Twenty five years with a nigga that you don't know
better rap with some two-eleven shit
They got you sharp in the shanks put 'em in a hole and take
That niggas' crazy psychiatrists say his mind go blank
But youse just trippin' up off the nigga that you left dead
Thinkin' they wasn't wet them motherfuckin' slugs to the head
Damn - but see you in here now
should have got up on them po-po's, should have got off some rounds
Huh, should have got up on them po-po's, it goes
[Chorus: Spice 1]
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
[Spice 1]
What part of the game is this?
I wonder who thought it for the shit that they leave to crow
Livin' it up in the city it ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Yo niggas smokin', some niggas they start to hop and get to flashin'
Creepin' on niggas and shit, make a nigga have to get to blastin'
See Mr. Officer I'm just tryin' to survive
Gotta keep my strap on my side or like a tick for my life
When they come to get me, shoot up my body and leave me numb
with a boss nine millimeter at these niggas, and let 'em know where a G is comin' from
So don't try to put me in your concentration camp
Cause on my third strike a nigga like me just gon' straight up vamp
Three strike these motherfuckin' nuts, I ain't givin' a fuck
And you ain't takin' me out alive so you better be quick to duck
Fuck the system it's made for lockin' us niggas down
In the year 2010, take it out, now look around
See how many niggas is up in Tracy, Pelican Bay
chillin' in San Quentin, no rock, or chino where them killers and all the G's lay
[Chorus: Spice 1]
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
(Spice1)
It's the muthafuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G',
It's the b-o-s-s and s-p-i-c-e,
So, put this glock in yo panties (right),
and we gon rob these muthafuckas for every nook and crany,
My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped with the AK that's how us eastbay
niggas ride, Playa,
Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and when I do, Blow that old ass
security guard outta his shoes,
(Boss)
We'll ayo nigga gimmie the shit so boss can unload a full clip a trigga happy
bitch screamin yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich,
Creepin up slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G',
Pullin licks to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty,
(Spice1)(raggae)
Now we got to use the tech cause 5-0 bond the AK,
The 1-8-7 posse robbin the bank and away.
(Boss)
My nigga g-nut, What up?
(G-nut)
Nut up, cause we aint fena stop.
(Boss)
I'm goin kamakazi in the lobby before the robbery, pop, I killed a cop,
(Spice1)
Like Bonnie and Clyde call it the muthafuckin stick up,
Pick up, 85 smooth'll make this uzi wanna hiccup.
So kick up the cash for I blast with this jason mask,
Quit tryna fuck wit a pyscho path,
(Chorus)
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
(Boss)
I'm running up out the bank bailin clean to the bucket,
You probably neva seen a bitch that's showing you niggas a how to properly do
it, huh'
we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get getaway then that loot is
gettin hid away,
Counting up the cash but pigs behind us just as we was bailin,
I'm givin a signal to my muthafuckin niggas trailin,
And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's and I'm fena do them niggas
for them muthafuckas do me in,
It's kinda simple, shootem in the temple straight to the morgue I got mo'
niggas then the ??? in pyscho ward,
(Spice1)
Yo 'G' it's gettin deeper and deeper,
A muthafuckin flavor for the muthafuckin feva,
The feva for the flavor of a muthafuckin jack,
I look up in the bag 50 g's hundred stacks,
My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch,
Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas dumpin'em in a ditch,
I must survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g',
peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me,
The coppers are comin deep as fuck just tryna catch a thug,
The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood,
Not givin a fuck so yo what's up I hear a wild pitch,
Ima light this chronic and start some OK like coral shit, fena get a clip and
kill this bitch and get my cash on,
That's how we do it in ninety three I get's my blast on,
I thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cut 'g',
I'm bout to kill these muthafuckas that been follow'n me,
I'm pullin my gloc out hear the helicopters comin, Pigs had us surrounded
dropped the loot and started runnin.
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
[Chorus]
It's a thug thang
It's a thuuuuug thang
That got me runnin thru the streets
With my hand on my heat
It's a thug thang
It's a thuuuuug thang
That got me runnin thru the streets
I got my hand on my heat
[Spice 1]
I do my thug thang, poppin my collar on the mash
Players feelin my like titties and ass, I'm bout the cash
Damn heated with my head over water, sucker duckin
Real players with ambition for cash, we move sumthin
In the Yay where we thug at (thug at), fo' sheezie
From Vallejo to Sacramento back to the Teezie
On a 7 figure mission, the world is ours
Play my tape, Bossalini for ever immortalized
With a stretch navigator, Lexi or Benzo
We roll with Crystal from hay with the Frisco
Want some mobstyle thug shit? It's Bossalini
With a infrared beam and a scope, you couldn't see me
I'm a worldwide mob figure
From Africa to Japan they peepin real niggas, big niggas
See I wake up every morning with a hustlin game
Try to get it crackulatin and do my thug thang
[Chorus]
[Black C]
It ain't no future in your frontin
Better make me some cash
I'm on a mission, doin my thug thang [?]
From dirty D's to that legal green
We got our hands all in it
I'm boss-playin with the thug women
Stay heavy in the game, chasin that fortune and fame
I'm puffin a blunt for the homies gone
I'm feelin your pain
It ain't no love for us young thugs (young thugs)
They'd rather see us pushin drugs on the block, gettin bust
Player Whut!?
I'm doin it live with worldwide boss-players
Now workin with the best thugs we got in the West
Never the less, we put our money where our mouth is
We're makin major investions up in the show-biz
Nor feelin hopeless
They had our back against the wall
We shooked the haters and the fakers
It's now a thug passion to stand tall
I'm makin moves like [name] until my casket fall
Do war, Black C is down for the 'core
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
When I was dumb, I used to serve crack rocks
Now I'm breakin 'em in the black 'rarri drop top
With the V-12 motor, so bitch bent over
For the big dick holder, and we're out with mo' dohja
So tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shinin
7 [?] on my neck, rollin diamonds
Gat between the cabbage, how you gon' stop me?
We done blazed on the '99, never you could chop me
Freakin, on the leg a gun, I just bought a new one
Black-on-black buggin, man, we bought moma the blue one
When you saw me in a white one that was fat big butted
[name] just gave me a cheque for [?]
That was just the first hat on your fuckin bitch-ass
Comin down breakin 'em with the bulletproof glass
Now you can suck a dick but I'ma suck on your breast
Cause that's the way we pimp 'em in the South 'n the West
[Chorus]
Big Ridin (it's a thug thang)
Keep Ridin (it's a thug thang)
Still Thuggin (it's a thug thang)
Keep Smilin (it's a thug thang)
[Spice 1]
Hahahahaaaa...
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
Sendin this one out to the whole West-Sizzie
The Biggedy-Bay, you know I'm sayin?
C-Town, Courtin, Floss-vegas, Fresno, San Diego, Portland
And everybody else who supported the Thug-Theezie
The Thug-Thang, you know what I'm sayin?
[Intro: Ike Dirty]
[Blaow repeated in background]
(Hahahahahaha), yeah (blaow) that boombonic shit sound, happen here
Spice 1...
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
[Half-A-Mil]
I pack twin glocks, sit mad Henrock, get cash in a Benz drop
Get ass till my dick drop, how much pussy can a bitch pop?
The way she makes that cash nigga thought she had a bounce in her ass
Hittin' the switches, gettin' the riches, million put on the bitches
Who wanna ride? Fuckin' with us is suicide
Spice 1 puffin' on blunts is light one, it's the right one
with tight funds from Brooklyn to Oakland
No chronic give the po' to smoke one
See we bad as hell, outta jail on bail
Feds put a tap on my cell, all I talk about is pussy and paper
in a hotel sippin' mo', gettin' the dough, 250 mill
now we hittin' the door, come take plans raw
Leave without your hoes, without rolls, without your clothes, without your dough
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
[Ike Dirty]
What the hell YOU cats thinkin'?
I ain't gonna bring it, smoke it, drink it, crack it, think it
Deep as Regans, fuck your feelings, don't wanna, can't get none
Grab your gun, slap your son, split a Half-A-Mil with Spice 1
Whoopin' any nigga like Tyson, sold the stamp
Ike Dirty hold it down, eyes everywhere, ears to the ground
Sold pounds, sold pounds they area, BK bit area
Air in your eyes, airin' you out
Steel in your mouth, what's this man about?
We ain't heard of me, next you wanna murder me
Check my styles as a matter of fact bring your gats
so when I come through I'm askin' where the cream is at
Seem is as puffin' like the meanest ass, squeeze off take cheese and dash
your greasy ass, rap on niggas step on niggas
I'll be silent make y'all just check y'all (pause)...
Shut up man, (no doubt), shut up man, (haha)
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
[Spice 1]
I'm a motherfuckin' killer for realer puttin' niggas up on they back
with the ass of a twin flex, smokin' a SACK!!
Thinkin' a nigga need to be in a motherfuckin' grave
I ain't the one that leave a nigga breathin' holes is laid
Up on the concrete face down with a h-h-hole in they back
Niggas a pound, sticky green then fuck 'em all
We ain't nothin' but real niggas livin' a ball
On call seven days a week, killer g's don't sleep
The niggas with the casket closed when we creep, creep
Pull a job, do it like the motherfuckin' mob
Throwin' niggas in trunks take 'em for a little ride
Hit the block with the fully automatic with static around the corner
niggas bustin' at the hoodie goin' BLAOW!!
You bitches better throw in a towel, kill 'em off which is my style (MY STYLE!!, my style!!)
Situations occur when you front on my thuggin'
I'ma die fo' mine, cause your chrome up in the hummer, bail outta this drama
Get the fuck outta the scene, leavin' niggas with they mom where the fuckin' bell ding
Thug dreams, learnt from cream, wear my motherfuckin' life on a triple beam
But when the enemies see me I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his motherfuckin' ass up
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
then motherfucker I'ma RIDE FO' MINE!!! (RIDE FO' MINE!!)
They wanna keep a nigga under the water
but I'm a killer I'ma DIE FO' MINE!!! (DIE FO' MINE!!)
But if a nigga try to front on my thuggin'
[ intro: roger troutman ]
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said I'm a real playa, yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa...
[ verse 1: too $hort ]
Whoever try to buy a new benz, spend money on your friends
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
For the last 12 years I could never get enough of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers do what they can
That's why I moved to the a, straight from the bay
I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
And if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck
I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
Short dog in the house
[ chorus: roger troutman ]
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (what they can do)
Real playaz do what they want to
(yeah, real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
Real playaz do what they want to
(short dog)
Suckaz do what they can
(yukmouth) (yukmeezy) (thugged out) (fo' sheezy)
Real playaz do what they want to
Real thugz gon' hustlin
[ verse 2: yukmouth ]
Hop in the ranger rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin ménage-? trois, x-ed out on the celly with todd
"short dog, what's up? " he told me roger troutman passed
I hollered, my shit about to crash
Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass
Damn! poppin crystal, poured me a glass
Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo' ass
This's for my nigga roger, the godfather of futuristic funk
Here's the ganja, get it crunk
Twist the skunk, hit it once
And keep that shit movin and
Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what you're doin
I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, jags and 6's
To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit did
I got the streets and ave's addicted
? ? ? swiss accounts, drunk as fuck in the stretch narrow strippers
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(real playaz)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
No time for strugglin
(ha-ha-ha-ha, thugged out, fool)
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
[ verse 3: spice 1 ]
I've come from more bounce to the ounce to short dog and roger troutman
Yukmouth, we thugged out for the money and all the power
Real niggas do what they want to, suckers do what the fuck they can
Self-ma-made-mu-muthafuckin-man
Poppin my collar, li-livin the hustler's dream
Ballers fiend for cream, pockets bust out the seams
Franklin and grant is my dogs, I die for em
(die for em) c-cry, lie, ride for em (ride for em)
Nigga, I know you heard it through the grapevine
I was out here doin it way too live
Doin way too much, I'm tryin to touch 40 million bucks
And flip a jet with some ? ? ? , about 14
Flop through your hood, bumpin this shit, smokin sticky green
Thugs be hustlin, muggin and puttin muscle in
No time for strugglin, keep your mind on bubblin
You can't see me through websites, but I still got 'computer love'
For my nigga roger troutman, cause he was ridin with real thugs
Nigga
Real playaz do what they want to
(immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(real thugs)
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(westside, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(for life
Check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
(westside)
Real playaz
(immortalized)
Real playaz
Real playaz
Baby, baby, baby
Ooh yeah
Spice 1's a real playa, baby
Yeeeaaah
You gotta keep on
Don't you know
Don't you know you better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You know you got to be...
Yeah
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Spice 1 gon' tell you how it's really goin' down
Yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa
[Intro: Spice 1]
Yeah, hah, hahaha
And you don't stop
[Spice 1]
It's heatin' up like NBA Jams
I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams
Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk
And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk
Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock
I hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin' them knots
It's an everyday thing, see nigga's they gotta get paid
I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some nigga's playa hatin' me
But see some niggas lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see
Yeah I got some real niggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply
So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don't even ask
Because we stickin' to the G code
[Chorus: Rosa Knight]
Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a fuck
Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)
[Spice 1]
I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk ass
You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass
And nigga that's game, you can't even given a shit 'bout a motherfuckin' thing playboy
See me and the niggas that I be kickin' it with be talkin' shit
We comin' with straight motherfuckin' real when we spit
So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young nigga black
My uzi's follow up motherfuckers like some chrome gat
Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into
my motherfuckin' dopefiend Renault and smile and smash
Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!!
Unload, reload nigga, BITCH!!
[Chorus: Rosa Knight]
Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a fuck
Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)
Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a fuck
Stickin' to the G code
[Spice 1]
I'm rippin' shit up like a motherfuckin' hurricane, shady niggas blurr my brain
Livin' up out my window pane with my strap
Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip
me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up
Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up
Rip, rupt shit with my Mack 10 hiccup
Fuck all them niggas who be funny style riders
Stack my money pile a nigga that's tryin' to keep his ball on
You must be gone if you think I've fallen off
what I'm talkin' 'bout put these motherfuckers up in coffins
Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross
If I don't get ya then the next nigga payin' the cost
I ain't the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload nigga
Cause I'm stickin' to the G code
[Chorus: Rosa Knight]
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
Stickin' to the G code
[Spice 1]
Don't like to let these niggas think I'm a sucker ass
Gat these motherfuckers fast if they don't feel me like a real nigga
Fuck 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped
My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three
Niggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times
So nigga don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin'
A motherfucker gettin' more than just a little concussion player
See how you gon' do niggas some harm
when you so motherfuckin' soft niggas wanna squeeze your Charmin
Let 'em know you ain't bullshittin' homie
Make them motherfuckers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?"
In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this shit sewed
And I'm stickin' to the G code
[Chorus: Rosa Knight]
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
Stickin' to the G code
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim
[Spice 1]
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti)
Dime pieces like platinum all over my body
P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Zodiac sign, playboy bunny
Money hungry, full of power and cream
Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me
They wan' get me, I dump till it's empty
Don't tempt me, I'm flash like Martin went off the Remy
Like the "Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O.G.'s
Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease
Ain't no cure for this (cure for this)
And if it is I don't want it (want it)
I'm poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted
Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee
Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E
I'll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb
Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim
[Spice 1]
You ain't a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum
You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I'm King Kong
You think it's fuckin', I'm the shit, I'ma gangsta and youse a bitch
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick
I'ma killer, youse a couch with generic I'm high powered
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
I'ma thug you get mugged, I'ma pound you one blood
I'm fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug
I'm paddin' you, hardwood, I'm hummer you hondi
I'ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die
On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it
I keep my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked
I'm a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill
I'm the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda)
It's Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you're throwed over
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim
[Spice 1]
Nigga you ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light
Motherfucker I'm like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin
You one shot in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen
I'm a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
You emcee such and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga
Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em
You don't own a strap, I break down and grease 'em
I'm round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
I'll put one in your dome while you're missin' multiple shots
I'm presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga
Well I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock fast nigga
Smash niggas I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
[CHORUS x3]
Them nigga dat slip, them nigga dat fall die
Them nigga dem catch dem slugs fuckin around with the S-P-I-I-I
Them niggaz who slip, them niggaz who fall die
Them niggaz they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, niggaz still need they straps to ride
Killin for murder up and down the block, with them color coded 100 spokes
And if they try ta jack me, I'm gone kill a hundred folks
Nigga need ta quit that shit, all that jackin all the time
Can't have shit in a nigga hood, turn your bump up and you die
It costs to be the boss thats why I floss my nina ross
Its one hollow tips as a gift act my name was Santa Claus
Merry Christmas motherfucker, you don't wanna take these D's
Major 5 power and a hoopty fulla G's
We swingin to the left, and we swingin it to the back
In the baby blue 6-4 off that motherfuckin yack
All them cuffstas on your feamers for these niggaz to taste
Motherfuckers prayin on yo dollars like some Lionstars State
Better get yo shit straight nigga regulate, these niggaz a have yo ass
Chopped up in a trunk somewhere with all yo cash
See, this is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
Slippin in the darkness, slippin, slippin, sl-sl-slip
[CHORUS]
Motherfuckers think they reputation's gonna keep them from gettin lit
The fuck up on a hum bug, slug dug off in yo ass
Cause you didn't wanna blast, now yo mark ass
Is in the past, bullets mixed in yo face with glass
See nigga don't trip to a killa get up in his face
Ready and willin to catch a motherfuckin murder case
They like the taste of that red rum, leavin yo body numb
See they ain't givin a fuck about where you from
Don't know them niggaz from some dark shit on grass
Don't know if they wanna smoke some blunts or put some slugs in my ass
So I expect the unexpected niggaz can't be underestimated
Nickel plated 4-5, bringin it to you motherfuckers dead
Cause can't no head duck, and can't no nigga die
Pickin in this 4-5 can make these hollow tips live
Go get yo shit nigga why you be trippin
This is for my baller partners who be slippin
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
[CHORUS]
20 gauge pump to ya chest put yo motherfuckin back up against the wall
Niggaz let bodies fall, standin up to the 6 foot chucky doll
Never let no nigga put no Barret up in my face
If he pull it he gotsta blast or be a motherfuckin casket case
Internal bleedin coughin up blood clot, middle street
Leavin em leakin, leavin dead from they head down to they fuckin feet
Put a clip up in yo shit, niggaz wanna take yo loot
Put an AK47 up in the window of your Lexus Coupe
Murderin and kids are robbers, cop killa in my hood
They drunk, you slippin so they figurin that the flavors good
But it ain't easy when it comes to a killa like S-P-I
Born to die, sendin niggaz up up to the sky
Big wheeler, Covasia sippin
This is for my baller patnas who be slippin
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
[CHORUS]
BLOAW!!!
[Verse 1]
I got so much trouble on my mind
You playa haters make a real nigga shine
As we pop collars
Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars
We don't listen, hard-head-ass niggas
Heated with choppers
Can't tell me shit, or to talk to
When I'm walkin with my niggas thru the crowd
Talkin hella loud
Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns
Didn't search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1
You don't wanna see us
Nigga you better roll with us
We're ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us
We're obitual criminals, take your punk-ass home
Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on
You can't ride with us
You can't slide with us
When you're actin like a bitch
Terrified to bust
'415' with us, too scared to die with us
Red lights and street signs don't apply to us
We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get
Put a .45 slug in the back of your shit
Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get
Cause niggas gotta have balls 'n brains in this
Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss
I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships
Smash and dip
Peelin on ass and hips
Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits
We ain't fake nigga
Surroundin myself with killers
Know the best gun dealers in town
Bring Impalas to the shoot out
Puttin muthafuccas to sleep
It's deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat
You muthafuccas can't see me when I fade to black
Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga
[Chorus x1]
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
Is you ready to ride?
[Hook]
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
[Verse 2]
I'm right behind ya
I know you feel death in a room
Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon
I'm a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash
Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash
G's don't last, will I die from a violent death
Will I live til I'm 85 and die from sex
This muthafucca is walkin 'round I wanna stop him from breathin
As I dials his number he won't make it thru the weekend
I came thru the door
I said it before
Put one in his dome
He was dead before he hit the floor
Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard
Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball
Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from
Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets
Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga
[Chorus x2]
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
[Intro: Spice 1 Talking]
Ohhh, you a fool
Spice 1 LP, 2Pac, doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' here strong you know
Cause life is way to hard
Let them know 'Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Sometimes it's hard
Wake up in the morning mind full of demons
I don't want to hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken, find, so many babies screamin'
Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human being
(That's right) so they start smokin' weed
From every ghetto day, until we learn to pray
Keep our families in shape cause they all broke
And why, do ghetto birds die?
Before we learn to fly
Somebody else's child flaunting gun smoking
And we, can all make it change or so I'm told
But I haven't seen a change unfold
I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe....
Communities in need, or people that believe
Keep your eyes open, I, Can only say I'll try
Until the day I die
I promise to be wise with my heart open greed
Brings only misery, a way to tragedy
So I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen rise
My ghetto queen, rise don't be afraid to try
To many others die before the door to opens wise
My brothers be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies we continue growin'
One day at a time
[Chorus: women singing]
It is hard to maintain
In this world of mine
We got to take one day at a time
[Verse 2: Unidentified Artist]
Nobody said it would be easy for me to succeed
But I'm in need
So they got me slaggin' sacks of dirt weed, Indeed..
I disagree but tell me what are my choices
Hearin' voices, I'm tryin' to live large like Rolls Royce's
Options are limited, they got me fillin' up drugs
They got me dealin'
And money they got me stealin' it
Life expectancy ain't even 20 years
Even my peers live in fear of over here on my side
We live and die by who-ride
Genocide, Crack pipes and yet you say it alright
But it's..all wrong this ain't another sad song
Just a voice from the strong
What really goes on?
You ain't knowin' you ain't gotta live it to survive
All you do is turn to channel 5 and catch it live
Runnin' high until the smoke clears in the sky
Relaxation on vacation, watching my brothers die
Tell me why...
[Chorus]
It is hard to maintain
In this world of mine (One day at a time)
We got to take one day at a time
(One day at a time)
(That's right)
It is hard to maintain
In this world of mine (One day at a time)
We got to take it one day at a time
Ohhh
[Break: Spice 1 Talking]
you know what I'm saying we got to take this one day at a time
you feel me
Time don't stop for nobody
Don't move faster, don't move slower
It just be movin' alright
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
I got a Devil upon my shoulder, and an angel upon other
And if I die please ask to lord take care of my mother
and my sister and my daughter
Mean the world to me
My daddy left me this year
When 97 got here
And I ain't cried like that
Since I was a six year old youngster
Apart of me departed from earth
Now he's amongst the ghetto heavens above
Show love when I see them
Just keep thuggin' and strugglin'
Till my maker say I should meet him
Catchin' cases with pistols
Tryin' to protect what's mine
Just wanna feed my two kids
Stay alive at the same time
It's a cold, cold world
Where we all gotta live in it
Till the man turns out the lights on us all
And then we finished...
[Chorus]
It's hard to maintain (So hard...)
In this world of mine
We got to take one day at a time
[Outro: Spice 1]
It's all about maintaining you know
Gotta get yours
I can't even fake it man
That's what it's all about
Just maintaining
Take your time
Sit back, think about what you're doing
You know what I'm saying
Before you make them moves
Talk to the man upstairs
Don't do nothing with out
You know
Maintain partner
One day at a time
we're ready made niggaz
all about our paper
we want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese
[Spice 1]
It's bossalini, fetty chico, the nigga that'll split your phillie
and roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke ya
fuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug you
I see you with your bitch on the streets, I'm still bustin ya
buck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappear
have your wife waken up at the middle, didn't even know I was here
stick-n-move, that's the code of a killer, thug nigga
got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers
chrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinks
niggas flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec.
ain't no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs
I'm corleonin' with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloods
it's goin' down
[Chorus]
we're ready made niggas on another page
all about our paper ain't a damn thing changed
we want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
still G's to the game it don't change
[Black C]
I got a bunch of jealous niggas, it ain't mad at me
they want to grab they niggas Nine and blast at me
you're livin on your own gun, nigga now how can that be?
that you're a bangin-ass nigga that can't even bring the heat
see I'm a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cash
drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass
and it's like that while you bitch niggas is fakin
on the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating
like you's a big baller, we fuck with G's and thugs
O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love
so fuck the bullshit, you niggas wanna pull dick up on a dick bitch
but love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black chris
that's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused
cause I'm the nigga you love to hate plus I'm the dopest
still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations
while you bitch niggas hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on
[chorus]
[Que]
got no love for the niggas that's don't understandin
I'm a real nigga, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc'
I lace you with the [?]
I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I'm finished
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm a killa cali thug nigga on the rise
it's suicide, do or die, catch me if you're ready to die
see the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess
[?] leave you niggas in the dust
we're makin big moves, doin big things
I'm amused to niggas hate that shit, ain't gon never fuckin change
niggas peep they foe when it's on and poppin
you can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin
we roll benzos, beamers and lexus
have you niggas on another page stressin
don't hate me, hate the game nigga
I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's nigga
[chorus]
scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
we're ready made niggas
all about our paper
spice 1, black C, Mr.Que
ready made niggaz
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me
watch for the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pimps, playas, hustlers and G's
is the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
We all got the same enemies
me and the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pourin' liqour out on the streets
for the niggas I'm rollin' wit
[Spice 1]
Me and my niggas go together like twenty-three's on paralies
with mobb style tattoos on our shoulders, backs and bellies
All crazy as fuck and don't nobody give a shit
Carry guns, smoke weed, pop ex and fight pits
Make 'em fight to the death so we can all get a rush
Niggas lettin' off fo'-fo's when fired the FUCK UP
Money, liqour and pieces, bullet wounds, scars and stitches
My niggas is savage, attitudes is all vicious
Doin' doughnuts and burnin' rubber in six hundreds
Some allegory vehicles while cops'll be stayin' blunted
Fight each other some times but still drink out the same bottle
if a nigga pull a pistol he gotta use it and that's the motto
We don't owe none of you motherfuckers a goddamn dime
Couldn't get a one nickel outta me, just a slug and two nines
And I don't give a fuck I'm gangster, my nature is savvy
Blow your brains out and shoot a happy face in your caddy motherfucker
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me
watch for the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's
is the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
We all got the same enemies
me and the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pourin' liqour out on the streets
for the niggas I'm rollin' wit
[Spice 1]
Sometimes I just can't tell my niggas shit
cause I know they gon' get to bustin'
You fuck me, you fuck my niggas - crips and bloods and killers
Nappy braids, afro's and saggy pants
Pop a motherfuckin' collar, just boogie and don't dance
Test my thuggin', my niggas act up, I can't control 'em
Shake the dice and you can't stand pain, you better hold 'em
Don't roll 'em, we bound to put slugs up in your scrotum
We all unload together and reload 'em
Spiceberg and them millimeter the niggas that roll with me
I roll with them, we roll together, till the tank is empty
Nigga, my dogs, my folks, my people
my blood cousins, my playas, my pimps, my ridaz, my thugs rushin'
Motherfuckers did dirt, we ain't trippin' you know the rules
Like mechanics my niggas come laced with all the tool
So you ain't gotta worry 'bout me
Watch for the niggas that I came with
and do the damn thing in the game with
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me
watch for the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's
is the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
We all got the same enemies
me and the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pourin' liqour out on the streets
for the niggas I'm rollin' wit
[Spice 1]
Uh, picture me crawlin' in my catalac escalade
Ain't no need for no hatin', cause we all gettin' paid
I gotta pocket full of chips, an ounce of weed in the stash
we all high talkin' shit, watch the whole car laugh
But there's a serious side to all the shit that we do
Keep us circulin' killers givin' my enemies blues
We choose the life that we live in, take the bitter with the sweet
Ready to poom, hittin' the pearl of a hard beat
It's Thug Nature, pistols, pimpin', power and paper
Real playas, woodgrain, TV's and navigators
Just a motherfuckin' gangsta like all my friends
Pull up on you muggin' with bullet holes in my Benz
We been in all kind of shit, it's been a long ass road
I make demo's outta niggas, strikin' fear on my foes
Fuck the world if you can't thug
A lotta niggas out here as well will do for some slugs motherfucker
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me
watch for the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's
is the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
We all got the same enemies
me and the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pourin' liqour out on the streets
for the niggas I'm rollin' wit
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me
watch for the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's
is the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
We all got the same enemies
me and the niggas I'm rollin' wit'
Pourin' liqour out on the streets
for the niggas I'm rollin' wit
[Spice 1]
Another nigga sings the blues
Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black
and the niggas be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10
The rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block
I'm dodgin' cops, never stayed along, I'm quick to move
Gotta slang the rocks, never like the shit I hate to do
Livin' in the city, where the G's die young
and the niggas be heartless so I'm that trigger black
Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack
Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends
by any means I gotta gets mine, don't fuck with me
I'm comin' from a land where niggas don't play that funny shit
Bugs Bunny shit, cause all about makin' that money grip
It's the life I choose, see I ain't got shit to lose
I paid my dues, a nigga still singin' the blues
[Levander]
When I try to be afraid to peel your cap back
Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that
[Spice 1]
Po-po be quick to get the smobbin' up on your niggas after midnight
To see some young hustler up in my hood that got them three strikes - you out!
Tryin' to get the fuck away from their ghetto bird, sirens heard
I ditch my Mack, throw away my crack, I'm losin' stacks of mail
I'm feel to lose my Beenie hat, what is that?
I hear a cop and he reachin' for my back
Wish it was a bad dream, I hear my homie scream
they beat his ass, cops and rags bloody up the grass
What the fuck can a hater do? Gotta make my get away I got away
But I'ma come back slangin' the shit another day
See the case of cash flow, from a real young nigga though
Shit it ain't to smooth, a nigga still singin' the blues
[Levander]
Gotta make my money, shit ain't even funny
Cause I'm strugglin', tryin' to make up real pain I shit, so I'm thuggin'
[Spice 1]
Runnin' up the block it's me, with a Chevey 350
comin' to see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
cause you're catchin' slugs player
What a way to end your life, cause dyin' ain't much of a livin'
Gotta get chopped with nigga, put yourself and I'll spit this hollow tip
Cause livin' in the Bay is real, better know how to shoot your steel
Niggas wanna gat ya, hummer comin' at ya, homies' gonna pack your shit for real
This life is a murder show, so hit the fuckin' flo'
I blow, niggas up out their boots with up heavy bailin' through
Peel a cap in the day and the nighttime, anytime is a cop is a right time
Never in my right mind, cause niggas on the block fail to see
That I'm out to crush, choppin' up dope, runnin' out the crackhouse
Through the back house, see niggas we ain't that dumb, we hit that back route
Still free to tell the news, don't wear-wear that's niggas shoes
Can't never snooze, cause I'm a nigga that's still singin' the blues
[Levander]
When I try I'm ready to peel your cap back
Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that
When I try I'm ready to peel your cap back
[Verse 1:]
As I wake up in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes
I realize I'm alive, another day I survived
To see the sun rise again, lord guide me in
The right direction, give my daughters to your protection
Keep correctional facilities away from the homies
We can't be locked up, use to goto funerals glocked up
A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
Throw some chronic in his casket to say his goodbye's
Drive-by's on the block all my niggas is gone
The only people making money is the funeral home
See, diein' ain't no kind of way to make a livin'
And the people at that old graveyard making a killin'
While a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
Don't be too quick to judge, it's in his nature to ride
Nigga when thugs cry tears of bullets flood the block
Hit the enemy with a flurry of sh-shots, BLAOW!
[Chorus: x2]
They don't know, this is thug, nature to ride
This is what it sounds like, when thugs cry
[Verse 2:]
It was me, my big sister, my mama and cold flows
In the projects of Fillmoe, pimps and hoes
Even though a nigga parents split up when I was one
Lord bless my daddy for steppin' up and raisin' his son
Handing jewels to an innocent child, sharing pain
I was young but now I'm old enough to embrace the game
I love my mama cause she kept me from goin' hungry and starvin
Taking care of me, but I wouldn't listen I kept mobbin
In the streets, lost in the belly of the best
Like demons on our corner ridin' strapped with heat
In this cold place, leave you sleepin' with no trace
I got homies that been hit by a killer with no face
A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
See struggle in the reflection of hate in his eyes
I know my thug angels watchin' me wherever I go
I know Pac see's me ridin, and my daddy fa sho', BLAOW
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
How long will you mourn a nigga that's in the grave rotten
Wanna say to all my soldiers that's fallen, ain't forgotten
Ridin past the cemetary all I do is remember
When we hustled in the winter it was cold in december
But we kept grindin' rain or snow, steady smashin'
Til the cops came and you swallowed some dope without the plastic
We was babies didn't know reprecussions of our decisions
But we learnt from eachother, even though you no longer livin'
My heart felt cold, my legs got weak
When I was watchin' that ambulance from across the street
Police and task-force, feds all on the scene
And I knew it was over when I heard your mama scream
All I could do was run home and tell my mama I love her
Say a prayer to God and tell him bless my young brother
Cause a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when we cry
Throw some chronic in his casket to say my goodbyes, BLAOW!
Ah, fuck it
Ah, y'all got your nigga E-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz, I put a step in kickin' it in the Fac house, motherfucker
Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large
Let 'em have it
Went out the house, I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop, havin' a fun day
Kickin' it with my niggas up on the block
Talkin' shit, drinkin' 'Crooked Eye'
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin' good, I wanna kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit, this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock, seventeen better gobble them
So, why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the motherfuckin' forty take a real ass nigga hit
I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin', shit is cool
Some niggaz roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin', ay, you know this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin' bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin' up the neighborhood, lyin' in the bushes
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice 1, you know some hoes gonna go, boy
Look here, ay look, here
They got schemes and scandals out there right?
When that funk is on, this here
Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to maintain
So, society is a motherfucker, ain't it?
Ay, whatta 'bout those niggas on your dick nigga?
Ice spit some shit about that shit, nigga
Get off my dick, nigga, get your own motherfuckers
Steady mobbin' gaffle the motherfuckers 'cause my jobbing
Shootin' up motherfuckers was my hobby
Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven, I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker, is grenades that I'll be livin'
Lowin' the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi's and
Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin' friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin
My homies motherfuckin' head like a melon
Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted felon
So, dear Mr. Officer of the motherfuckin' law
Rodney Kind don't need a trial, what was seen was what was saw
You could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you Mr. President, I think I wanna gat ya
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
I can't get enough, good, good
Good shit, motherfucker, good shit
I think, I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here, ay, I'm off this Liquorice Rainall, boy
You understand that don't ya? Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do, boy, drop that ill shit
I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J. Blige
And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last breath when he slowly die
Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat, so he can't swallow
R-a-rat, t-a-tat put a buck in y'all
The motherfuckin' six-foot chucky dog
Comin' to play with the trigger of the AK
Another real ass nigga from the East Bay
[Unverified]
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw, bloaw, cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap
Smokin' up a blunt as I reminisce
Of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty
Bloaw, boaw, Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, fuck it, send his fingers home
'Cause the shit get major, put the [Unverified]
Number upon his pager
Bitch, don't fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
It's the S P I C E with ya, nigga, E-40
(Erick Sermon)
Roll in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers don't understand this shit, boy
This shit is so damn real, man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(hahahahahaha)
(theyre all gonna laugh at you)
Enter the mind of a sick nigga.
With bloody uzi clips,
Decapitated heads in baskets,
Closed caskets. murda on wax.
Nigga, thats what it's all about,
Thats what you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
Murda on wax.
Redrum. on wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.
Gotta get my prozac fore I go back
And murda these muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets
Its that killa s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they wanna murda me
But they cant fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggaz like paddy
In the alley, niggaz domes they cap
Pistol whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap
(chorus)
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Redrum, professinal gravedigga
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
187, professinal gravedigga
Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an
Street sweepin these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that hash
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness they own smokin
See it ain't no joke and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then they fled
Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off they legs
Talkin shit while they dyin
Fuckin off they high an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in
And when the shit get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch
Chorus
Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive that survived
And had me caught up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to fuck up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all that shit is true
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof
You see my bustin with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for next september
You gon be deader than livin presidents
'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies stiff like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo funk than parliment
Chorus
You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in
And when the shit get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch
Chorus
[Intro: Ant Banks]
"Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin'
Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1
Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"
[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Spice 1 with the 31 flavors
I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors
On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10
I'm a fool when I'm fuckin' with a fifth a gin
Fly, into the ass of a beat like a buckshot
So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot
This is a section of my many styles
But my direction is to take MC's for many miles
So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter
Well, I pack the mutha fuckin' milimeter
Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam
Another brother like me sayin' god damn
Fact 1 I'm insane to the fuckin' brain
Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane
Your in front of a firin' squad
And my job, is just to let it be known
Let it be known
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88
With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight
Lots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin' up to my noun
Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up
Nigga up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up
I am not the one or the two or the three'a
I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E
Let it be known, yeah
Let it be known
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Dope, how mutha fuckin' funky can a nigga get
Comin' wit the shit ya can't fuck wit
After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya
Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria
187 mutha fucka
Kickin' that funky shit ya just can't get enough of
Spice, the nigga that's icy like a popsickle
Hard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickle
Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride
On a long trip, get in your shit and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder shit
Takin' a ship to the dome
Spice 1 is up in the house muther fucker, so let it be known
Yeah muther fucker, let it be known
[Verse 4: Spice 1]
4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from bitch
Black steel is my brother, fuck wit me you'll get dissed
Boom boom to the head now your body numb
I'll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rum
There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties
That's what you get you fuck the 1-8-7 Faculty
I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on
My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone
It was busy so I hng up and called twice
He said who is it I said it's M.C. mutha fuckin' Spice
He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw
Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar
I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' shit
Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland bitch
Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard
Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile
And plus I'm caught up in this muther fuckin' freestyle
And all you suckers must'a had a fuckin' Pay Day
Nutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any day
I'm so insane that my mind is gone
Spoken intro:
(smoking & coughing)
God damn!
This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead
This goes out to my nigga makaveli
I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli
Rest in playa pieces
Niggas die...daily
Verse 1:
Live the murderous lifestyle
Seeing niggas get smothered
With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga
Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas
Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed
Avenge me if I die by my enemies
Make sure they bleed
Put their faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge
And tell 'em bossalini called the shots
Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie pac
Locked up my nigga major pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain
You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't real
Drunk and shootin' at niggas that I done already killed
Chorus:
Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why
Make sure they bleed
Make sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed
Verse 2:
Should they speak on a soldier when he dead
Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed
Splittin
Get your money while you still on this earth
Born sinnin' from birth
Black hearses cursing the turf
Carrying dead bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's vietnam
Keep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too close
Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost
And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes
Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes
Who really knows?
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping
And I'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open
The only real drama is two guns smokin'
Chorus
Verse 3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease
Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's
? ? ? we all around
When it comes to the root of the evil we all down
Thugs crying with tears made a cop ? ? ?
Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower
Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'?
Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'?
Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for your dome
[Intro: Jayo Felony & Spice 1]
Yeah, Spice 1, Jayo
It's on there (Blaow!)
(yeah what's really pimpin'?
I mean, I mean, I mean what you mean
Sure got a nigga fucked up (fucked up)
Just takin' it gangsta for a reason)
[Spice 1]
Old school like Wrangler, rough and rugged
Got my AK in the air, these busters screamin' I'm fakin' (Blaow!)
W-a-wild ass nigga, b-a-born to die
Point the Infra-Red beam right on your eye
It'll come slack, cause my family is stone - cold killers
So vest make sure that it's on still on niggas
With the ass of the gat, make them back that up
My SWAT Team swung on that ass like nigga what (WHAT!?!)
Without the motherfuckin' gat and get to cappin'
Got niggas throwin' they hands up and I ain't even rappin'
Get my weight like Champagne, I hit 'em with bang, bang
It's Speezy Ace givin' a fuck by the damn thang
World wide like dot com, you know my name
Get sacked on, peepin' my enemies carry glock form
Gotta show 'em I ain't no fake rap nigga
It's Spice 1, two to the dome, straight killer
Niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
Cause if it wasn't for this rappin'
I'll be jackin' - steady smashin'
Partner tryin' to see what's happenin'
Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
[Jayo Felony]
Spice, they know when not to fuck with us
these tricks'll get jacked
Takin' bitches down while I put my hood up on the mat
I'm from that mad ass four-seven n-hood seed rippin'
SDC crippin', test me and see slippin'
Set trippin' on you niggas from the giddy up
like you ain't never seen a crip take your city up, BITCH!!
Rich rollin', when you see me stall
All crips don't C-Walk and that's G talk
Throw up the phone, rap that bring your city through the mud
I'm tossin' up seeds in a city full of bloods
And it still crip and die and my alais is Mad Guy
Any record label put your money up and just die
I'm sherned out in my boxers, chokes on the corner I don't rid
Like momma look what the world did to God's kids
Came back to my senses, got in the hooptie and slid
And realised damn cuz, I'm the motherfuckin' shit, BITCH!!
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
Cause if it wasn't for this rappin'
I'll be jackin' - steady smashin'
Partner tryin' to see what's happenin'
Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
[Spice 1]
I stay in Cali for the cream cheese
But a nigga got fans and Puertorican, white, black and even Chinese
Your parents sippin' Zaki (Zaki)
Imagine a Jacuza Clan bumpin' Spice 1 tryin' to mock me
Flip niggas like blunt ashes (ashes)
I carry stashes of AK's and endo's hidden up in my attic
Though I'm an addict to the automatic
When the philly is in me I pull the trigger then
I cock shit back and reload
with intentions premeditated with no remorse
No feelin' no mourn, just flesh torn and burnin'
Look into my eyes and see
It's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
You niggas stay tricks while I come 3D like The Matrix
Don't play tricks F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay bitch
Independent now, fuck you pay me
No dough, low show nigga, fuck you pay me
You niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
Cause if it wasn't for this rappin'
I'll be jackin' - steady smashin'
Partner tryin' to see what's happenin'
Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin'
[Outro: Spice 1]
Yeah, Speezy Ace, Black Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
Uh, that's Spice 1 nigga, Spice 1 motherfucker
They gon' do it, they gon' let me do it again?
They gon' let me do it again?
Yeah it's platinum shit bitch
A-aaaaaaaahh - blaow!!
What, you niggas lucky I'm out here rappin'
Cause if it weren't for this rappin'
I'll be jackin' you punk motherfuckers
[Verse 1]
Count the diamonds on my 'lexe
Don't waste your time
Puttin slugs in you bitch-ass niggas comin for mine
You can read it on the paper or on the Mtv news
Diggin ditches for sheisty bitches tryin to give me the blues
It ain't no secret addicted to bitches, guns and money
But the money is first
Nigga the bees come and get the honey
Niggas be plottin rottin dirty muthafuckas wanna put me in a casket
Fuck all you jealous bastards
While I'm hittin the weed let tell my G's
If I die by my enemies make sure them muthafuckas bleed
Make them niggas think it's armageddon
I put it down thug style like a G from the jump
And I ain't bullshittin
Steady strapped with desert eagles and Uzis
Do a shit over these fake-ass niggas see in the movies
Feel me like titties and ass (ass)
Fuckin bitches and countin cash on a mad dash (dash)
Hit the sticky laced up with hash surround myself with killers
Drug dealers and real niggas makin ?????
Hittin quick like [name] in a mob fashion
Blastin for the loot we ain't puttin up our dukes
Ready for d-a-dump and shoot for the money
[Chorus]
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (It don't stop)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Speezie Ace in the house)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
[Verse 2]
Niggas be savage bout the muthafuckin kill (kill)
Straight lightin shit up like Fire Marshall Bill
The game is deeper than a muthafucka
That's why I swim in it to keep myself undrowny
The dirty Bay'll pull you down
If you can't float on the water ??????
Shut up nigga muthafuckas ain't goin head up
It's always some game I'm talkin bout goin toe to toe
When niggas been puttin the blast down since 1984
It was 1986 when the glas sticks came around
Flossin mob buckets flippin kilos to quarter pounds
Hella killer goin round niggas ain't playin bout they money
Make a joke about they game lookin at you like 'what's funny?'
Gettin niggas with Uzis for talkin too much shit
They gettin genuine pistol-whips rough the niggas like chips
Clips and red beams a thang for 15 down to drop seasons
Don't let this rappin be the reason
You don't spread your hustle, power, money and muscle
Takin niggas shit in a tussle (tussle)
We all struggle live this thug shit drug shit or .44 slug shit
It's all for the love of the cream that's why we buck shit
[Chorus]
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Yeah,Yeah,Bloow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Nigga)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Muthafucka.Bloow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloow,Bloow!)
[Verse 3]
They say: 'Mr. Bossalinie how you get so cold?'
I keep a strap on the side 187's the code
Addicted to bitches, money and guns to load
Scopin the dancefloors playa haters and hoes
Friends and foes takin off clothes after the shows
Niggas lookin for they baby mama
Who knows what she's hidin there?
They've probably hittin her
But if you can't feel the drama you shouldna did that
You see the bitches go and get you both shut up quick
Don't let the trick get your wig split, it's real shit
Niggas dumpin on a regular bases
Lookin out for unfamiliar faces
Spittin out in high speed chases
[Chorus]
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Muthafucka)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Muthafucka)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloooow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Blow,Blow!BiAtch)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Fast cars)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Muthafucka.Blow!)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Rolexes and shit)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Desert eagle)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
Addicted to bitches, guns and money (AK's and shit)
Addicted to bitches, guns and money
[Chorus]
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
[Spice 1]
More chips no kippers more bits like your computer
With a niglet with the criminal mind like Lex Luger
I, leave your top in your lap like I-B-M
N-a-navigators, TV's be ridin' them
I be him, black beany a brim, twenty inch rim
The niggas b-a-bustin' them thangs ridin' with them
Slide 'em in, niggas swallow butch like ride 'em in
Creep and crawl on they ass like Spiderman
Out of men, without the man next to the man
Out of men that'll have ya ass buried in sand
We ain't playin', layin' niggas across the flo' you gots to go
No waitin' for the cops to roll that's pot and a coal
Rose like a popsickle and tag his toe, hit him with the calacoal
I ride fo' sure and it it ain't rough it ain't me
Forever be thugged out Mr. Bossalini
[Chorus]
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
[Spice 1]
Slam dunk this uzi up in your chest like J.R. cause I'ma rider
Score thirty six shots in one body slugs burn inside
you don't think I'm bad, nobody know karate
just a thugged out nigga puttin' hollows up in your body
I don't fuck around with that return from the dead
So I make sure I blow off half the back of your head
Nigga we skyballin', call me Lucci Skyballer, fly talker
Catty trunks with dead carcuses in 'em
I spit venom, born to sin 'em sick as fuck
With a thug disease, niggas tradin' slugs for cheese
In the year two-g's, we call it Y2-YAY
and wonder why I pack two AK's, witness the end of days
I'm on shots on niggas lotsa niggas to die
Hit bitches between their thighs and niggas between their eyes
Just pick me with the blunt off in my mouth is lit
I smoke the knockout King's two thousand two shit
[Chorus]
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
[Spice 1]
When you come to my city your vest best be tight on
I thought you niggas knew the West was Spice 1
Please believe it, we heated with fullies
Pull these triggers with baguettes on the index
Flexi blast pumpin' like Lex off the X
we don't give a fuck we buryin' niggas
Never die alone is what we steady tell our young niggas
If they comin' to get'cha, take a couple of 'em wit'cha
Got 'em rollin' with the "Strap On The Side"
now can you picture me bustin' with saggy pants on runnin' with killers?
Bail up on your front lawn with a truck full of niggas
We bring nightmares to snitches hangin' around a alley
West Sides' finest thug niggas straight outta Cali
Bringin' it to ya live, raw and uncut
Space ballin', diamonds shinin', plottin' pictures of shit
Nigga what I leave you shouldered in the midget of some quicksand
Have your ass limpin' around here with a wooden leg and a kick-stand
[Chorus]
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)
[Chorus: Spice 1]
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
[Spice 1]
Spiggity One whippin' up on that ass look what I got that's quick to blast
Blowin' 'em up on they back as I sm-a-smash
Runnin' up and down the block with a fo'-five pistol up in my lap
And niggas be comin' up short when I cap
and I leave they ass in a zipped up sack, player
So don't be steppin' to these g's
The Faculty got me bizzack we strim that with Uzi's
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Leave your ass in a motherfuckin' coma fool
Peelin' a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas
Niggas put your motherfuckin' fingers on a triggers
G-Nut, (whattup fool?) since your ready to blast (haha)
Pull out my your shit and put a cap in they ass nigga
[G-Nut]
Well it's the G-the-N-U-T, all you haters envy me
So check it, cause I'ma 'bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo'
Roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin' up the par
Now when I cock the hammer bro I'm shootin' for the stars
And I don't give a fuck who you be G
Cause whoever you are, it ain't no way in the world you can be me
I'm comin' from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze
Up or on the other that I wonder if the bowl knows that I ducks this
cause I loves this, one eight seven roughness
Yeah it's the Nut bitch the nappy that you stuck with
So Din Fin is you ready to blast? (Whattup my nigga?)
Slip in the clip and put a slug in that ass
[Din Fin]
If I don't grab that shit and poppin' who gon' pop first?
The nigga that'll make your face burst
or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of my hearse (comin' with dirt)
Cause I'm all alone and my clip ain't killin' the niggas that jump
I pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin' him in a truck
No pistol blister fuckin' that nigga since I dump him a realer ditch
Pullin' all my glock clockin' and unload clippin' when that nigga twitch
Better wear a vest I'm aimin' at head and puttin' your ass to rest
Pump test or Mack with a bigger gat that'll penetrate your vest
Their naffy government causin' trouble when I'm bubblin'
Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my niggas on thai but who be bubblin'
So Frank J if you ready to blast (you know the rules)
Load up your gat and bust a cap in that ass
[Frank J]
Frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo' fuckin' him up
recruit when I rap like that with a funky rhyme flow
And if you can't feel me then just kill me for this weak shit
Oh no, never that, ohh I finna freak this
So peep this corner risin' game I finna spit
And if you still can't feel me then I might have to spit a zip
Cause niggas like me be breakin' a bitch
Rippin' and strivin' a person could of been much more worse
per man with the man even the man they live in a hearse
cause I would've murdered first
Livin' a fast life stickin' up tricks, kickin' at nigga's dolls
all those who oppose to the Fac they will be disposed
Openin' up your motherfuckin' chest with one of these hollow tips
It'll be whistlin' Dixy to your ass when this hollow hit
[Chorus: Spice 1]
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
[187 Fac]
Here comes a nigga like the coolest out to get respect and snappin' necks
Creepin' with the Tech a nigga known to leave a bloody mess
The sickest motherfucker with the loadest clip
and ready to empty the clip into the hip of the nigga talkin' shit
I gots to creep low and stay low and let these motherfuckers know
When the Tech's ??? a nigga hates to see the murder show
The figgity Fac is in the fuckin' house and that's the fuckin' truth
Now tell me how it feels to be that one eighty seven fuckin' proof
Sittin' on the roof with my Tech-Nine bustin' for my help
With so many shots in your ass I'll make the fuckin' clip melt
[Spice 1] ([????] (who?) since you ready to blast nigga
Get on the mic and put a cap in that ass)
[187 Fac]
I'm raisin' niggas up off they feet, six deep drivin' taxi
Never known for pushin' crack and re-askin' causin' headaches in your family
Baggin' up my rocks makin' money, niggas can't fade the 187 Faculty
we be pumpin' thug niggas extra clip, bill is fill to his capacity
Makin' stacks of g's ain't no turnin' back
Sippin' on some new Con Jack I watch my old gat
into beat you to retaliate you fucked
Suckin' up ??? from inside your fuckin' casket is your next lunch
So hear the church bells jingle, I'm comin' out the gut strapped
raunchy black like the season [????????]
With the blower burnin' gun smoke my self defence
And greedy grease and bloody feet will left the evidence
It's pitiful, I'm smokin' on some wonderful shit
gonna have you rollin' with your strap bustin' caps in your vehicle
[???] act, representin' the haystack
Quick to fill my pockets with your cash and bust a cap in that ass nigga
[Spice 1]
Hahahahaha, beeatch! You're just a thing of the past
Too many motherfuckin' caps in that ass nigga
[Chorus: Spice 1]
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
[Chorus]
Haters - come out and play-a
Don't make us - get out and spray-a
Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money
Illegal funds - it's all part of the game
[Spice 1]
Ain't no nigga stupid enough to be my motherfuckin' enemy
My name causes violence in projects and penitentiaries, nigga
Cut off the lights and say my name in the mirror
five times, light a candle watch a gangsta appear
and pull a fo'-fo' up outta my brim nigga, see that's your ass
Spiceberg Slim, O.G. Gangster from outta the past
Been to Hell and back, tryin' to get to Ghetto Heaven
move to Vegas my nigga, had to register as a felon
Gotta problem with guns, six cases in three states (states)
Move over one time, throw the shit in my face
But I ain't trippin', I stay caddy dippin' and plush shit
From L.A. to the bay, back down to the Las Vegas strip
Haters, come out and play, bitches, guns and money
Illegal funds, fast cars and gun play
One way or another, your boy gon' come laced
What the fuck is you gon' do when my heater's in your face, nigga?
[Chorus]
Haters - come out and play-a
Don't make us - get out and spray-a
Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money
Illegal funds - it's all part of the game
[Spade]
S.P. stand for super pimpin'
Mr. Spade and Spiceberg, cold as iceberg
It's the return of that gangsta - shit
no matter the record sales gon' be gangsta
Chills be ain't it's clientele by any means of bail
Dirty money lovers and niggas slippin' I cheat 'em
I pack dick for bitches and haters a pepper heater
You draw blood with the fan bam and they won't see ya
Murder, murder, we gorillas, either feel us
or put a dick in your mouth I hit with banana killers
My game a mile long, y'all talkin' millimeters
We pitch birds we're better known as California Stillers
Take your bitch from up under your nose
Talk a virgin right up out of her clothes
It's all part of the game you love hatin' the name
Hard time connect g's with g's
They thought they'd never see me bustin' with S-P-I-C-E
So fuck 'em
[Chorus]
Haters - come out and play-a
Don't make us - get out and spray-a
Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money
Illegal funds - it's all part of the game
[Spice 1]
Who the fuck is these old one mill funny built ass niggas?
Fuck around somewhere and get they self killed ass niggas
Keep my ear to the street (street), plan at the the concrete
Who the fuck you niggas say about a G like me?
You ain't never seen a motherfucker from broke to paid
paid to broke and back to paid nigga I'm self made
So check yourself before you get A.K.-ed
in front of the liqour store with your mouth open and your car sprayed, partner
Don't mix yourself up with a nigga like me
Me hang around motherfuckers like Jayo Felony
Flesh-N-Bone, Makaveli nigga R.I.P., Yukmouth, Outlawz, Wino - straight G's
And we all got the motherfuckin' thug disease
C-Bo, Mack 10, E-40 and 2-Sheez (Sheez)
B-Legit, Daz, Kurupt, Ras Kass & Ja Rule (Rule)
I'm straight outta Cali but I'll still fuck with Coo-Coo
[Chorus]
Haters - come out and play-a
Don't make us - get out and spray-a
Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money
Illegal funds - it's all part of the game
Haters - come out and play-a
Don't make us - get out and spray-a
Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money
Illegal funds
[Spice 1]
[Intro: Ant Banks, Shorty-B]
Hey, we tapin', all right let's do this shit
Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice
Man, the boy ain't nuttin nice, you know what I'm sayin'
That's the idea man, it's done
Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this shit Shorty-B
I want you to get on the god damn guitar,
fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat
And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I'm sayin'
That's all it take ya know,
so we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka
Spice kick it
[Verse 1: Spice 1]
187 is fuckin' it up cause we be blowsin'
Takin' out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up
I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all
Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all
The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda
I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a
Siren, A-K shots firin'
It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an'
Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open
So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin' gotta be jokin'
Fuck all the bullshit, I'm poppin' two in the brain
Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang
[Chorus: Ant Banks]
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang [x2]
"Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Hey Spice do that shit nigga"
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
A be for acres and J be likely ta jack
By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it's the Fac
Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin' brains
I can't be tamed I'm insane to the membrane
Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys
Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise
Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that
You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat
Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly
When your sayin' die mother fucker die
S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty
A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me
Boy, you must'a had an almond joy
Huh, this ain't no child's play I'm worse than Chuckie he' a toy
[Chorus: Ant Banks]
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang [x2]
"Shorty-B break it down homie
Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it ain't nuttin' but a"
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang
"Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice
Bring the dope shit right about now"
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Well it's the mutha fuckin' S the P the I the C-E
Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be
Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this
Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless
Can't stop the jack of the fuckin' Fac
The bum rush'll crush a mutha fuckas back
Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz
Wit a posse that'll probably fuck up the task
A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism
But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis'm
The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact
You got a static you phoned, you better call me back
Cause I don't sucker round, nor do I fuck around
And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around
[Chorus:]
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang [x4]
"This shit is on in the '91
Out this muther fucker
Do that shit homie
Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin' house
Spice 1 is takin' over shit in the '91 boy
Triad records is in the house
Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin' house
And we out the mutha fuckin' house
Blaow 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 serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's
If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed
Nigga shake the dice up roll 'em if it's one or ten
They won't be able to put your ass together again
Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices
Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get
The blackheads cheapest from my homie down the street on the block
He copping everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini-Glocks
If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats
Me and my nigga Mack 10 committing terrorist acts
You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath
Have the heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest nigga
Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is
Ya, under couches running out of crack houses
We down and dirty for the bird thirty-five a sack
Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the Blaaoow
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the Blaaoow
I'm in a murderous mind state
I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight
I smoke that [unverified] that shit put me in a trance
And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson
Now when I come around punks know they're gone
[Unverified] my pistol around and fall straight into a coma
So take if you want it that's my number one motto
Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle
And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo
Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh
[Unverified] chicken hawking
You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk
So I smoked the bitch and made it simple
I put one in her temple and got horny as a nymph
So with a hard dick and guns, a bad bitch dies
I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the Blaaoow
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the Blaaoow
Capping him in his brain, with the Mack Ten
That's my partner we doing him in, leave him in the trunk
Till his crazy kid kicks one in the chamber off the safety
I got 'em, got 'em four extra clips
Infra-red beam hollow tips dirty licks midnight
Mack W-One O and laser sights
Rollin' blunts smoking to the doobie
In my hoop tie with my Uzi talking to me
Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off
He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off
So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard
Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard
Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me
So I let him count the bullets in my C L I P
Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack
Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack
187, 187, 187, 187, Blaaaow
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the blaaoow
Fetty Chico and The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
Fetty Chico And The Mack
(Murder, murder)
Open up your mouth, say ah, get ready for the blaaoow
(Murder, murder)
Murder, murder and kill, kill, kill
(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 rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and cranny
My nigga g-n-u-t is up inside
He's trapped with the ak that's how us east bay niggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
So boss can load a full clip
A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'g'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my glock to use my glock
Cause fire'll bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
(boss)
My nigga g-nut whattup?
(nutter, cause we ain't ? pit? stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to kill the cop
(spice-1)
Like bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
(chorus w/variations)
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
(boss)
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
That's showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway
We slid away niggas get done away
Then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's
And thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
(spice-1)
Yo 'g' it's getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag 50g's, 100 stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'g'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
I'm pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
(chorus w/ variations)
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
Don't ring the alarm 'g'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They tried to pull my playa card
But das OK
They actin' like they don't know us
But das OK
I done emptied out a whole clip
But das OK
I reload it
I done popped another ectasy
But das OK
Some niggas love to hate
But das OK
I smOKe the ounce of sticky green
Das OK
I reload it
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
I never knew you really comin' to this
You on my hitlist, snug as a bug in the rug yo I lift this
Snicthin', bitchin' gave you everything I could
And just to think we grew up in the hood
It's all bad, you the only one who knew where the dope was stashed
Can't wait to see you motherfucker I'ma smOKe your ass
Wanna get the grain but the head to fetch ya
Payback is a mother motherfucker I bet'cha
You paid for the lock down subquantant facilities
saw the homies who got snitched on
I know you feelin' me
[Spice 1]
Chrome dubs, only showin' love for thugs
Finger fuckin' my fo'-five watchin' sparks from slugs
I'm a ill motherfucker, meanin' I'm sick in the game
I got the thug disease, Fetty Chico the name
When you can play in the Dirty Bay
but you better know how to swim (swim)
And get your ass ate the fuck up by the shark with the brim
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They tried to pull my playa card
But das OK
They actin' like they don't know us
But das OK
I done emptied out a whole clip
But das OK
I reload it
I done popped another ectasy
But das OK
Some niggas love to hate
But das OK
I smOKe the ounce of sticky green
Das OK
I reload it
[Spice 1]
Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck out
Extra doubt, which niggas is next to check out?
I got a fo'-five, A AR and a couple of grenades
Twist ya ass up quick like french braids
It's the B-and-to-the-O-and-the-S-and-to-the-S
and-the-I-and-to-the-L-and-the-L-and-to-the-I
and-the-N-and-to-the-I, born to die
4-Tay we ain't playin', let 'em know how we ride
Startin' with him, what you niggas think it's a jOKe?
I ain't Cheech and 4-Tay ain't Chong
but you gettin' smOKed
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
BLAOW!! How you like me now I'm on a rampage
Fully loaded Mack 11, black 12 gauge
Live fo', bustin' at a swift tempo
Tried to told ya, leave your ass and limbo
Remember those crutches left at the phone nigga
Now it's on nigga (CAUSE YOU A GONE NIGGA!!!)
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They tried to pull my playa card
But das OK
They actin' like they don't know us
But das OK
I done emptied out a whole clip
But das OK
I reload it
I done popped another ectasy
But das OK
Some niggas love to hate
But das OK
I smOKe the ounce of sticky green
Das OK
I reload it
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Leave you hollow or with flash or die from the gun blast
They can't see me in the Beany or black ski mask
Body bags dumped in trash I'm like sideways
yellow tape on the scene to the slaughter on the highway
My way or no way at all, it's like a pimp's ball
Thought I want it all, got a problem we can brawl
Cops bigger, did he figure he ready to war
BUCK! One, two, three niggas on the (floor)
[Spice 1]
Gang draw, echo three blocks and four
Heard the motherfuckin' blast like it was right next door
BOOM! Fall out nigga you though you was hit
Take a puff of the blunt say Mobb Life's the shit
You see a nigga smash off in R-Grey and a bLack Six
It's the Infamous F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay bitch
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They tried to pull my playa card
But das OK
They actin' like they don't know us
But das OK
I done emptied out a whole clip
But das OK
I reload it
I done popped another ectasy
But das OK
Some niggas love to hate
But das OK
I smOKe the ounce of sticky green
Das OK
[Intro: Spice 1]
What's wrong nigga? What's wrong huh?
You scared nigga? You scared?
What, you can't talk with a motherfuckin' gun in your mouth nigga?
I'm gonna give you a three count
I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out
One, what you think about, what you thinkin'?
I'm proud, two (kinda slick motherfucker)
[Gun blast]
Nineteen motherfuckin' nine-fo' comin' at cha
Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin' 1
[Spice 1]
I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson
fo'-fever, leave a - motherfuckin' crime 'fore he take his last breather
So come along take a trip to the dirt track
Where the young niggas be takin' your car and be peelin' your cap back
That's why it's A to the motherfuckin' yay
keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay
mainly off gat, I'm goin' brain dead inside
Talkin' to my homies 'Scratchy' tellin' me he wanna ride
on the nigga that peeled his cap so now I'm on the streets
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
And it's fo' to the motherfuckin' five
G-a-gat that ass leave 'em dead in the ives
Red Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hut
Niggas better back up, while I fix my sack up
Pistol whip, shit, kick that ass quick
Quick to rip shit, cause I'm a Coca Cola Classic
O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me
[Interlude]
[E-40]
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
[Spice 1]
I'ma chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin' lawn
like jump like Red gone, nigga I'll be ready the funk is on
So call up the Paramedics and tell 'em that you're dyin' nigga
I roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin' trigger
I lets my hair platt, and took his mail stack
Now he's a stiff black, cause I was at that
I'm dumpin' these niggas in ditches back to back
Hangin' they ass from telephone posts
to leavin' 'em makin' 'em bleed without no money
Gun me, hoe niggas wanna do that, do that
But I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let 'em have it
Nigga, so D-Boyz got love for me
[E-40]
I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
Nigga got outta line I had to chop him
Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop him
Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
Nigga got outta place, youse got to pop him
Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
Rookie get outta line you better ice him
Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin'
Cupcakes and cookies, rappies I'm makin' huh
Tall cash, can't let eat up my grass
Don't make me have to come back and split your parents house in half
with my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina - Mr. Meaner, body bleeder
Heartless, empty the cartridge roll
Smartless, get out and die so cold
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
Niggas think that I be bluffin' when I tell 'em I'm a good shot
But I'm also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings
So bitch, I'm tryin' to get nickerage
Open up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh
[Outro: Spice 1 & E-40]
Shoot 'em up now
Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat ass for nine-four
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
Shoot 'em up now, byd-a-bye-bye
Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit nigga hahahahaha)
They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity one
Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun, byd-a-bye-bye
Chill man, me roll down the block with my nigga
Byd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat ass
Chill man, livin' in the city is a motherfuckin' task
(What's a 7-0-7 on er... your trunk nigga?) 5-10
(4-1-5's?), yeah (That's four-fifteens if y'all bitches didn't know)
Yeah bitch, stupid ass hoes
(Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah)
Now come and beat the realness
Fuckin' these funky hoes will make you feel this
Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place
And you'll be ass out dickless, passin' out when you get this
AIDS shit in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness
So this is the phase of the days when I grew up
Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done fucked
But it's all good and plenty
I hust can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to
Licked it, did it, split it too
But shit is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla
Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a killa
You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce
And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce...
[Gangsta P]
Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto
Bent corner eyers up on her, super band low down dirty shame
No need to know your age, bitch, what's your name?
Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny
All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties
Got the digits, called her later on that night
At a two dome sex, flossin' big elex
Cocked the roof back, bitch, blaze the sack
Reached the destination, no hesitation
Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut
No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower
Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should
Six years later: test positive cause the hoe was no good...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
[Celly Cel]
A-I-D crooked letter
Mothafuckas better strap up when they come together
It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin'
Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin'
Got ya creepin' in the unknown
Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown
Fool, you still gone, switch up your tactics: fuck with prophalactics
It ain't about that raw dickin' her and nuttin' on the mattress
You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes
Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose
Listen to your homie Celly, nigga, before you hit the telly, nigga
Have a box of rubbers ready, nigga...
[Almon D of 187-Fac]
I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in
illusions
Settin' niggas up for the conclusions
I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever
Gotsta fuck new, get sometime in the future
Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married
I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent
She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly
Flashbacks of fuckin' her cousin in the alley
Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats
Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac
strapped...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
[Den-Fenn of 187-Fac]
Well, here's a serious situation that we facin'
It starts off by doin' the nasty without patience
Forgettin' about the condom
Usin' and abusin' the drugs and methinfedamies
She wanted to suck my dick head so bad she was beggin' me
So I stepped to this straight bitch named Sally, Sally
Threw my slugs at a scallywag at a club in the valley
Leather trench, all hair down to her shoulders and back
Some Guess jeans all deep down and her pussy read fat
To be exact one of my niggas pulled my coat tail
And told me that the bitch was hectic: A-I to the D-S infected...
[G-Nut of 187-Fac]
Mothafuckas be runnin' up in this bitch without no prophalactics
Filthy tactics, may as well pull the strap to your head and blast it
Suicidal decisions, livin' your life on the edge slippin'
With one foot off in the grave and the other one on a banana peelin'
But I ain't trippin', red ribbons in my chest
No chemotherapy treatments needed
Cause I'm a make it strecth to my
Stapped all over my dick and when I digs I blow they mind back
And then I grab my shit
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
[Spice 1]
Some of you niggas can't even say condoms
Some niggas be talkin' about conderves or condos
Straight raw dickin' hoes
You don't know that hoe, man, that bitch can't be trusted
Better be strapped with about four condoms
If you plan to keep your life, soldier
You're gonna be feelin' kinda fucked up and faulty
When you rappin' up on that stage and your dick fall off into the
audience
Silent but deadly way of murder, it's mighty sick
Gotta have a bullet proof vest for your dick
Seventeen with the fat hydraulics
See, us west coast niggas is the most psychotic
Hittin' switches in my old school with four, fuck three pumps
My homie said that bitch had more pizzazz with "P" funk
I'm peepin' in the bitch out at the hoe spot
Tryin' to throw that virus to my homie
Betta watch these bitches cause they're fake and phony...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with
me...
[Verse 1]
She call me on the phone breathin and moanin
I'm seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and
Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin
I'm cocked strong, a gang of condoms, and I'm feelin like conan
Restin for ya brown skin and ya soft thick thighs
I'm on the freeway wit a hard dick doing 125
Keep it hot baby, rub it if it start gettin cold
So much passion, love it when you stay in that mode
I was knockin on the door fore she hung up the phone
She opened it up, grabbed me by my collar, And it was on
We did some hardcore fuckin, dead in the eyes
As I got front and back and side to side
Lift yo legs up baby, throw 'em over my shoulder
Wrap the dog shit, let you see the range on my rover
Take a ride through ya sugar walls hittin them corners
You in bed wit a felon tonight behind closed doors
[Chorus]
We can do it all, behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Just turn off the lights, and I'm all yours
[Verse 2]
Up against the wall, rubbin yo thighs, Lickin yo neck
As we embrace, face to face, tongue kissin, passionate sex
In them dark rooms, fuckin by the light of the moon
Blowin circles wit c-c-chronic smoke caressin ya womb
Whisperin in ya ear while I hit it slow from the back
Moanin cause she knowin how deep I'm bout to go in the crack
Gettin silly sometimes, in the morning when I awaken
Tryin to hit it from the back while she cookin eggs and bacon
Had to reinforce the frame cause the bed keep breakin
It's like an inch of the room, the whole room be shakin
Fixin to start a fire, moan if you wanna
Cause baby if ya body got curves, I'm hittin corners
Wit my thug thing wrapped between ya peaches and cream
Pull up to ya bumper in my black limosine
Triple X like a magazine, we put on a show
The only audience is me and you behind closed doors
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
My objective is to get you more wet like champagne
Bed bump against the wall, neighbors call and complain
Boxers, shorts, sling shots, Still got on my socks
Now we naked playin twister, drinkin Hennessy shots
Bout the ring around the bed baby, just you and me
We can go a couple of rounds wit no referee
Behind closed doors, body soft like marshmallows
Fixin the pillow, black thong, black stilletto
Take old bennie, still look like a cattage grill
Talkin to her friend, she tellin I'm daddy's ill
Never shout wit ya bomb-ass beautiful body
Potential to put a nigga to sleep like a hot toddy
No corns on ya feet, I can see through ya sandals
Baby let's do it like animals on discovery channel
Behind closed doors
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da, get that ass if I don't shank ya
Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches
Givin' them niggas stitches, smokin' them with the peoples
'Cause ain't no love see I'm just a G
With twin glocks on my side you can't fuck with me
Once again they come at me with that same old shit
Got to show 'em let 'em know I'm not no punk ass bitch
Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile
S P I C E comin', we gettin' hard to kill
So sit your ass down don't you flinch one inch
Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench
Got a whole live bury full of Smith n Wesson
Servin' your ass like salad dressin'
So prepare to catch a hot slug from a O.G thug
Leavin' your bloody body in the mud
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Thought you was my nigga but you set me up
Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up
Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gaffle
Put a worm hole in your rotten apple
Time for confrontation and I know this
Ex drive through won't give me your exact location
So don't be sleepin' 'cause I'm gon' be creepin'
Cleanin' shit up, straight street sweepin'
My destination ain't too far
As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car
To come and get ya, I'm drinkin' red rum
Don't need a damn thing for the chase 'cause I likes to taste
One eight seven artist
Play your ass like a Sega punches
Back in the game, knockin' out teeths'
Blowin' motherfuckers in Teresa's pieces
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo'-five don't wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
Shake 'em up like gin and juice then guzzle 'em down
They claimin' this O.G. is a has been but I'll be damned if I let these
Busta's think that I won't pull out my mac again
We can all talk, it ain't no thing to bust
Leavin' your flesh lookin' like it's melted as I raise up outta the cut
Mad man killer, feel me on the realer
Wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap filler
Ready to handle my business, wrappin' it all in my clip
Blowin' niggas outta eight story windows and shit
So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watch
For the nine millimeter and a nigga that's makin' your place look stocked
Peel a cap for the funk he did that's smokin' on this BT
Niggas pop at my shadow 'cause these busta's can't see me
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
(Shame)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang
Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
[Spice 1]
Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house
Spice motherfuckin 1
[blam] That's how you do it!
You just mobb up on a nigga and shoot him in his MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD
and drag him out the car, and get your MOTHERFUCKIN mobb on
Yeah.. motherfuckin G shit jumpin off tonight
Motherfuckin fire, beotch!!
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a liar
I talk to my 380 like a bitch on the stroll
When niggaz try to dick me I haul off and let her hoe, KILL EM ALL!
I can't be fucked in this game, I'ma psychopath
My AK, told me to shove him up some niggaz ass
I'm havin long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass nigga eater
And Missus Mossberg, livin up in that back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she like to get in funk
It's splittin motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. AR-15
said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock pistol-whipped me in my fuckin head
cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin
Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talkin
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker, you're Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs
and if the shit jump off I'm killin everythang
Don't be actin like no bitch when the funk is on
cause if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
One for the Glock, two for the clip
Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip
Niggaz who ride, strap on the side
Open up your chest bout THIS fuckin wide
This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me
I split your cranium so motherfuckin easy
Leavin you bloody dead and shot
My Glock goosed up your body like the motherfuckin dreadlock
So get yo' ass home 'fore you catch some slugs
Brain runnin down the drain like the L.A. floods
Don't be fuckin with the S-P-I
I'm tellin you motherfuckers I was Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him [??] [??]
[Spice 1]
One-eighty-seven Crew ass nigga from the Bay
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
on the concrete die in one beat of the heart
Seven day old ass body smell a little tart
Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine
Robbin your motherfuckin ass clean
Blow the heart out a motherfucker back
Nigga shit on hisself, when I pull out my strap
Got a chrome fo'-five, bout nine in the clip
In two ?? days, begin to mobb and dip
It's just another tale of some gangsta shit
where niggaz murder in the first from a verse that spit
Bitch-ass niggaz, expire, retire
Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him [??] [??]
[Spice 1]
Yeah nigga
Straight walkin up on a motherfucker
and takin his shit with a AK-47 nigga
Get yo' shit cause it's on
Tell you hoe you gon' be back
Uhh, nigga gon' give up his shit
or he gon' catch a motherfuckin slug
Yeah, you gon' catch a motherfuckin slug
Uhh.. Spice 1 in the motherfuckin house
Straight killin em all, BLAOW!
Hehehahahahahahahahah
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
[Spice 1]
She was five eleven, six one with high heels
Tick-old biddy remind me of a catty's grill
Daddy's ill, slappin' that ass off pimp pills
and hit it on the flo' from the back where she still live
(It's Spiceberg Slim here), naked women, two thousand three Benzo
with all the trimmings, had my t-shirt and my boxers on
Hearin' "longest" I be given take a ride and side slip over the phones
Hittin' it for a minute, back up off it (back up off it)
Fuck it, get bucket naked so I can toss it
Ain't no two minute nigga, a few minute nigga
I'll take another shower, spend a few hours in her
Send her back feelin' like she got of her flight
Got her lookin' for me in the day time with a flashlight
My little soldiers on a mission hit the pole and position
And your naked body, got 'em standin' with bad intentionin'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
Kinda blunted and on fizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
[Spice 1]
Tell the canieces to dime pieces have you seen my collar?
I've done popped it off my shirt, I've been lookin' for hours
Screamin' yeah baby (yeah baby) like Austin Powers
Drinkin' Remy straight deepen the midget's puffin' on fire
Knew her nipples were pierced cause I could see it through it shirt
Peep up the thighs don't see there samethin' I can twirk
Watch her mommy shakin' (shakin') picture her baby gettin'
(Azz Hole Naked)
An't no use to me lyin' to kick it
Under dig it, I done peeped it from across the bar
was hangin' with it and just smokin' with me, is that Remy or Hennessey?
I gotta gang of sticky green in my EXT
V.S.O.G., please believe that's me
V-a-Very Special Original G-a-G
You was winkin' at me, lickin' your lips, shakin' your hips
Why you playin' like that when you know we need to get
[Chorus: Spice 1]
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
Kinda blunted and on fizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
[Spice 1]
Damn I got my jacket caught up in your peanut butter
Wrestlin' ass naked while we be under the covers
Let you pin me down, playin' around, pullin' your hair
Smokin' the air, clothes everywhere, holdin' the playa
Clap two times and the lights go out (clap) we pull closer (closer)
Up and down ridin' around like a rollercoaster
Most of the time you gon' get it just how you want
Got me hittin' it from the back, help from puff of the blunt
Parent though mommy, give it to me all that you got
Sticky green in the sess mail blow up the spot
Put it down cause I been up in the county for three months
You soft as cake baby, I'm hard as a tree stump
Please come your pretty ass to the edge of the bed
Lickin' your neck runnin' my fingers through the back of your head
See the real in me, got you feelin' freaky and crazy
Just me and you girl goin' halfs on the baby and gettin'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
Kinda blunted and on fizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
In the back of the Escolizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
Kinda blunted and on fizzle (Azz Hole Naked)
(Azz Hole Naked)
We keep 'em hot, we keep 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Love 'em, thug 'em and leave 'em (Azz Hole Naked)
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
I murda like this, I murda like that
(This, that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my motherfuckin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, Necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin' body hanga
Peepin' out the window with an A.K., pullin' up on these copper
Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin' me, "Nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should I kick open the door and go to war
Or should I stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note
Hallucinations of seein' lynched bodies burnin'
And all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin' back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight motherfuckin' jack
A straight motherfuckin' jack
A straight motherfuckin' jack
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
Nigga's to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on OJ's dick
Motherfuckers still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech knowledga white boys
Blew up the fuckin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz still bangin' and slangin' crack
To the death, when the game put 'em up on they back
Motherfuckers catchin' AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the block
And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin' four or five motherfuckin' choppers before it's twelve
Motherfuckers think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin' shit
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
1990-sick, I grasp my dick
The lunatic quick to grab my tech, put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where I come from
Desert Eagle packin dum ditty, ditty 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' nigga Pac
Don't cross my path, no class
I be like shit in your motherfuckin' ass
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid through
Evil niggaz tryin' to get rid of you
No witnesses, so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one time'll be arrestin'
Killa niggaz don't play that
It's Compton on no like your dome we stompin'
But in that gang affiliation
Shit goes pop, we won't stop
Uhh, in 1990-Sick
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick
1990-Sick
1990-Sick
1990-Sick
The number you have reached4x
[ verse 1 ]
We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom
In elementary
I never thought you'd end up in the penitentiary
Readin these letters you've sendin me
Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies
They wanna see me burried
I heard you had to put some work in
When you got there
Don't wanna rott there
Heard niggas plot there
So what you're doin bout 5 to 10
Collect for robert green from the federal pen
Nigga what you do to get yourself in jail
He said I'm fightin double murder
25 with an l
Can you help me with my lawyer
I'm gettin kinda broke
Good girl gone bad
Niggas got smoked
Can't talk too much about it on the phone
Po-po'd listen peep game
Your ass'd never come home , see
Damn you can't escape the drama
Don't be stressin imma give the scrilla
To your baby momma
I seen your baby boy and he's doin o.k.
Lil' playa lookin more and more like you everyday
Yeah
You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back
Up on the main line
I make sure that your family's doin fine
Comrads since the age of 3
And I know my patna will do the same for me
Collect from the pen
[ chorus ] 3x
They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
Straight from the state penitentiary
They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
From the federal penitentiary
[ verse 2 ]
They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
It's dollar bill susanville collect for me
Said he was glad that I'm in the rap game
Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game
We used to be 2 lil' bad ass kids
Reminiscin on the dirt that we did
Back in the day we had to stick together , man
Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man
Takin the turns
While we used to keep watch out for the cops
Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots
Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin
Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons
My people was tryin to call and see if I'm in home yet
With hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks
( get out the phone befo' you get stole on )
They send my patna to the hole again
Before the conversation even began
Collect from the pen
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
Hello you reached the east bay gangster s-p-i-c-e
Well it's the homie from the federal penitentiary
What you have doin black
You call your momma back
She's stressin hard as you off where you at
I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on
Braided hair with them crazy black locks on
Mad dog and ? ? hog throwin up the hood
Be right here smokin broccoli with me if you could
Peep this
My little patna been in jail so long
That he ain't even thinkin bout comin home
You got the only family that he know besides
His momma in the pen with him
And all the oldschool comrads is in with him
I didn't have to ask him what he pulled them licks for
You get them pictures that I send you of my '64
Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in
The one them suckers try to run up on the side in
We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in
Never forget the dirty work you put in
Collect from the pen
[ chorus ]
The number you have reached :
5-5-5-4-7-3-5
Has been disconnected
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
Turn around, motherfucker sheriff
Motherfucker got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and shit
Handcuffed a nigga
Threw him on the backseat, search a nigga car
Find his goddamn strap, now I'm up in this motherfucker
Straight caught up, Fuck it though, you know
Soon as a nigga steps up in the county
I see killaz goin to the row
It was a riot kickin off early up in the dorm next door
I'm up in the 9500 where the shankin is on
If you up in the LA county, nigga you feelin me strong
It's a million penitentary one OG said
Secerity Guard fast tapped a shank up under our bed
And bust them headz with a flashlight at 3 in the morning
Waken your ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues on
And get the fuck up out the bunk we gonna go for a walk
Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk
About the shit that be goin on up in the County Jail
5 guards handcuffed a nigga beat him to death in his cell
See 3 days is like a month, 3 months is like a year
Cause you can get your throat slit from ear to ear
I wish somebody would help me out in the situation I'm in
But there ain't no luv up in the County
cause your foe's got to be your friend...
If the guard want to come and find mine
2 hands and a Razor blade
then the officer gonna have to get my
2 hands off the razor blade
When I wake up in the morning and see it again
then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead
and if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.
Yeah you know what I'm sayin a dead motherfucker
barely up in there, they try to slide around all over the place
like a little bitch or something
They try to get him to calm down, but anyway it goes like this
They tell a nigga strip down to naked and shit
in the shower with thirty motherfuckers
But there's only ten in the shower
Then they tear off somebodies draws and be like
Awww too big too small, that shit ain't cool mayn
[Verse 2]
Murder, it's just a part of the game, you get you jugular opened
up if you say the say the wrong niggaz name, I hear the guard screamin
shut the fuck up, and as I look to my right side I see
niggaz gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded, sliced
watch your adam's apple when the guards hit the lights
but the real niggaz luv me, though I'm 1990-sick
plus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quick
so past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rude
but if you starve for a minute you gonna fuck with this fool
up in the county jail, niggaz be startin them riots
and if you see some of murder, shut you mouth and be quiet
If you are hard keep your shank nigga, there ain't no tellin
when the mafia bailin up in the cells where the niggaz dwellin
only the strong survive, I ain't no motherfuckin cat
I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker
I'm tellin him to bring it on in my cell
Get my yokes on all night long
Bustin lyrics with my killa partners they so sick
sittin around all night spittin bout G shit
said he had three keys the motherfuckers call him fiends
now he's stuck up in the county with some niggaz like these
ain't no muthafuckin luv up in the county jail
picture you life a livin hell if you slangin yea...
[Chorus with news reporter]
If the guard want to come and find mine
2 hands and a Razor blade
Then the officer gonna have to get my
2 hands off the razor blade
When I wake up in the morning and see it again
then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead
and if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.
[News reporter]
How a small law inforcement budget can't even put a dent
on an estimated 100 billion dollars of weed in this business
[Verse 3]
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall
and if you don't walk straight, then they gonna have to beat you
until you have to crawl, this ain't no bullshit
you gonna mind somebody, niggaz comin up in here
thinkin that they bought it like they John Gotti
and still get the fuck broke off
take the hardest muthafucka and turn him into something soft
I keep a shank up in my sandwich, so I can do damage
to motherfuckers who wanna test my nuts and handle this
looked at my cellmate he threw up his set
but Trigger guy so hard died with a tattoo on his chest
so know this gangsta shit is poppin, the guards is comin
Motherfuckers is runnin, I hear the Po-Po gunnin
While the bullets is screamin, I hear get the fuck on the floor
niggaz holler man damn it's the murder show
so get you muthafuckin shank and nigga beware
of the Sh Sh Sheriff cause he's out there...
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
Yeah, the motherfuckin East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin house
Big John on that goddamn bass
I'm 22 with a motherfuckin beer belly
Some say I'm a OG already
When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas try to gat ya
Better watch out Spice-1 is gettin' faster
Quick to let the dick hang
Listen to this bitch sing
Her name is Mrs. Mossberg I think I'm goin' nuts man
Better back up off me G, I think I'm blackin' out
And every time I do niggas get bucked in their mouth
I keep one in the chamber so I can get you first bitch
My nine is at your dome
I think I wanna burst this
Switchin' personalities to another nigga
Spice-1 is the clip Ray(?) gangsta is the trigger
Soon to meet ya Jah steppin' to me posse
The 187 is heartless like the ???
Mini me say now me the gangsta nigga with the AK
Tryin to sell ya Dayton off the GTA
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me got to get me hustle every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yayo
Bluh!
CHORUS:
The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga
Them niggas can't deal with the clip and the trigga
The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga
Them niggas can't deal with the mothafuckin clip
(repeat chorus)
Shoot the heart out the back of a nigga that wanna squab with me
187 mothafucka steady mobbin' G
Kickin' the gangsta
Rollin' down the block smokin' indo
Cluckers owe me money what the fuck should I grin for?
187 proof
187 pure
187 up on that ass if you touch the door
Of my f-fly blue drop 'Stang
Rollin' with the top down chitty-chitty gang bang
Coke slinger, make the gat sing a
Song for the niggas who wanna fuck me in the game up
Who the fuck is on a gaffle?
Leave your body half-full
When the hair-pin trigger pull
5-0 try to creep so I ran a
Check on my motherfuckin 8-channel scanner
Packin' 3 gats nigga with the weed hat
Never gettin feedback slinging yay, speed, crack
And anything on the black market
Jackin' niggas for their d-dana danes so you better park it
The mothafuckin gangsta nigga
Spice is the clip Ray(?) gangsta is the trigger
CHORUS (except slight variation)
So to meet ya Jah steppin' to me posse
The 187 is heartless like the ???
Mini me say now me the gangsta nigga with the AK
Tryin to sell ya Dayton off the GTA
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me got to get me hustle every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yayo
Ya can't tell me shit about the mothafuckin clip
Ya can't say shit about the mothafuckin trigga
Them niggas can't fuck with me mothafuckin clip
Bluh!
Them niggas can't fuck with me mothafuckin trigga
Yeah fool
9-trey straight gangsta shit
Niggas get gatted up
Can't fuck with the 187 Fac nigga we in your ass
nigga with a gangsta lean
Yeah
Comin' out the mothafuckin Bay Area
Straight motherfuckin gangsta shit
Check it out
All y'all real-ass niggas just ride
187,000 G
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Sit your 5 dollar ass down
Nigga 'fore a chief baller make change
Cookin' up yae, yo at 3 in the mornin'
Choppin' up game sackin' up caine
Fetty was layin' all over the floor
I guess you cold say that I was slippin'
As the door kick in
I stick in my clip and begin the dippin'
Up on these so called popo
But I know it can't be nuthin' but some niggas
Runnin' up in ski masks
So I continue to curse and blast that asses out
Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes
Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack thangs start lettin' off
Niggas catchin' slugs to the face
Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the place
Took a dive behind the coach
Heard a nigga say, "We gonn' kill you"
My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said, "Fuck them niggas I feel you"
So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"
Now it's 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I still don't snooze
'Cuz all my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
1 nigga died high
Face down in uncut yae
I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body
Told him have a nice day
My homie said, "The real feds is comin'", said he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the shit
Ran to the kitchen, hopin' over the deceased
Gotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the police
Put the fetty up in my hand, gotta be quick, gotta be nimble
Look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the window
Now it's time for me and my homie to mob the fuck on out
As we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house
Can't say nuthin' about them other niggas them haters is out there dead
Couple a slugs up in they head, with a house full of feds
And ain't no time to be stickin' around
I'm hearin' them ambulances and homocides
I'm ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped nigga dyin' on me
Partner dropped down to the ground
That's when them popo started firin' on me
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Threw the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the popo yelled out freeze
Lost a down ass homie and the yae, yo man
But fuck it I'ma keep the cheese
My partners eyes wide open
Nigga layin' there one breath too short
But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the corner
In a big white cloud of smoke
Federalles on my bumper baby
Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no punk
Use the right hand to do the drivin' thang
And the left hand ready to dump
Led 'em on a high speed chase
For about 30 minutes or a little bit more
Got a triple thang murder up under my belt
'Bout 60 thousand ta doe, doe
Oh, no
Heard a slg hit my back tire
Then I spun around
Runnin' into the side while tearin' all shit down
Bitches was screamin' niggas was cussin'
Po Po bustin' at me, punk ass nigga
Run into the liquor store
Knowin' they'll never catch me
But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway
Ain't this a bitch some fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the barrel fight up to my shit, "Stay right there nigga"
Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor
Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt Kickass' 4, 4
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
S P I C E about to hit it and crawl
Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa
Purple haze got me hittin' the switches and rollin' bats up
With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up
I'm high 'til I kick the bucket
Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin' and I'll
Smoke it with the dead niggas light it up like the fourth of july
Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high
I get tired and rough pussy
And niggaz know I got to smoke about half ounce, before I flow
It ain't no [Incomprehensible] in my zig-zag, I roll my blunt
There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt
To get the sticky ass green shit, shut 'em down
You can find a little chron' spot in every town
Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block
Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper
I'm addicted to the THC, gettin' fucked up
Leave your doobies around they gettin' sucked up
Lungs like a motherfuckin' vacuum cleaner
Mobbin' on the fine Betty's smokin' out the beamer
Just call me Dr. bomb from the bay
Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an A.K.
Kick back lay back and throw them feet up
Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole fuckin' tree up
I break it down, halves and O's
Smokin' mold in a broke down sixty-four
And ain't no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me
The muthafuckin' chronic addict S P I C E
Bill Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale
But I'm gonna cough a fuckin' lung up for niggaz in jail
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
Smokin' pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies
Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me
It's the C H R O N I C havin' with clause about a quarter to three
About to loc the fuck up 'cuz the fed hit the weed zone
And niggaz tryin' to sell me backyard homegrown
I need the motherfuckin' bomb break down the bail
Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. Endo smoked 'em all
Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
Suckin' in weed smoke with my nose
Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four
It's puff puff pass
Nigga quit fuckin' the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass
I'm high, I'm high
And I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
I'm high, I'm high
Well alright, Spice 1 in the hiddouse
And Short Dawgs in the house, bitch
With the L.A. Players, soldiers to the game you know? Yeah
Peep Game fool, Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha, better recognize Game when it's in your face, bitch
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
Never lose, my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to, cut the fuckin' cops a deal
If they don't kneel, they get peeled
Bitches recognize, I never have no drama with death
Bustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen, make a mil and if this shit don't sell
I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower
South Central nigga what? The representer
Damn, your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
To state to my man for man slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch, that's fair play
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby
Bitch recognize game when it's in your face
Well, alright ch'all, ha ha ha
You think the town rid of Short?
You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call and just like that
A bunch of niggas from Oakland, all on your back
I've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew
They call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you, bitch
I been around, you can take a turn but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers, rich niggas go broke
Used to be a wanna but now, I'm old school Short
In the game never had the stacks since age 14
I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up, I fucked with same folks
Still did the same stuff, bitch Short Dawgs in the house
I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in your mouth
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby
Bitch recognize game when it's in your face
Well, alright ch'all, ha ha ha
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air
Heads or tails, win or lose, broke niggas are players
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air
Heads or tails, win or lose, broke niggas are players
Say what up to the S P crooked I C E
Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me
Potna don't get it twisted up, I got hollow tips, extended clips
Major chips lookin' at Eclipse Jacussi dips
Niggas step back, I don't know you, don't get to close to me
Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be
Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air
Better put it down and break some hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin'
Fell in the relapse besides, I'm a trauma, a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you see me, I be hardcore
What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas
Throwin' monkey wrenches into the game
And all the players and pimps feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals
Not artificial with fishin', niggas know I'm packin' missiles
Get me two Bentleys, some houses, Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die, nigga, don't fuck with S P I
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled, baby
Bitch recognize game when it's in your face
[ INTRO: Roger Troutman ]
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said I'm a real playa, yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa...
[ VERSE 1: Too $hort ]
Whoever try to buy a new Benz, spend money on your friends
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
For the last 12 years I could never get enough of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? A big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers do what they can
That's why I moved to the A, straight from the Bay
I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
And if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck
I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
Short Dog in the house
[ CHORUS: Roger Troutman ]
Real playaz do what they want to
(Real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (What they can do)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Yeah, real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(Real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Short Dog)
Suckaz do what they can
(Yukmouth) (Yukmeezy) (Thugged Out) (Fo' sheezy)
Real playaz do what they want to
Real thugz gon' hustlin
[ VERSE 2: Yukmouth ]
Hop in the Ranger Rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin ménage-?trois, x-ed out on the celly with Todd
";Short Dog, what's up?"; He told me Roger Troutman passed
I hollered, my shit about to crash
Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass
Damn! Poppin Crystal, poured me a glass
Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo' ass
This's for my nigga Roger, the godfather of futuristic funk
Here's the ganja, get it crunk
Twist the skunk, hit it once
And keep that shit movin and
Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what you're doin
I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, Jags and 6's
To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit did
I got the streets and ave's addicted
??? Swiss accounts, drunk as fuck in the stretch narrow strippers
Real playaz do what they want to
(Real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(Real playaz)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Plow!)
No time for strugglin
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, Thugged Out, fool)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(Check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ]
I've come from More Bounce To The Ounce to Short Dog and Roger Troutman
Yukmouth, we thugged out for the money and all the power
Real niggas do what they want to, suckers do what the fuck they can
Self-ma-made-mu-muthafuckin-man
Poppin my collar, li-livin the hustler's dream
Ballers fiend for cream, pockets bust out the seams
Franklin and Grant is my dogs, I die for em
(Die for em) C-cry, lie, ride for em (ride for em)
Nigga, I know you heard it through the grapevine
I was out here doin it way too live
Doin way too much, I'm tryin to touch 40 million bucks
And flip a jet with some ???, about 14
Flop through your hood, bumpin this shit, smokin sticky green
Thugs be hustlin, muggin and puttin muscle in
No time for strugglin, keep your mind on bubblin
You can't see me through websites, but I still got 'computer love'
For my nigga Roger Troutman, cause he was ridin with real thugs
Nigga
Real playaz do what they want to
(Immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(Real thugs)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(Westside, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Immortalized)
Suckaz do what they can
(For life
Check it out, nigga)
Real playaz do what they want to
(Plow!)
Real thugz gon' hustlin
(Westside)
Real playaz
(Immortalized)
Real playaz
Real Playaz
Baby, baby, baby
Ooh yeah
Spice 1's a real playa, baby
Yeeeaaah
You gotta keep on
Don't you know
Don't you know you better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself
You know you got to be...
Yeah
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
Spice 1 gon' tell you how it's really goin' down
Yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa
Playa...
Cappin' him in his b-brain with the n-nine
He never woulda th-thought, I'd be gettin' mine
So now I'm on the r-run 'cause I took his cash
I had to b-bust a cap in his fuckin' ass
Nigga a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang
It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang
19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-1
A lotta n-n-n-niggaz d-died young
The 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact
It's comin' up, c-comin' up b-b-back
The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk
Buckin' with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk
I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go
And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, O
Money gone
Money gone
I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin' on
I deal with the m-m-money g-g-gone
The figgity f-f-five-O is on my nuts
Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cut
Where every time I dr-drive around the bl-block
They see my goin' b-bump and s-s-stop
And ask me q-q-question, wuh-what's my name
But he can get f-fucked in the g-game
'Cause I ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen
I had ta d-d-do 'em, d-do 'em in
Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome
And now it's m-m-money g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Money gone, yeah
Money gone
My nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin' dice
He said what they h-hittin' for Sp-Spice
Livin' up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats
Slangin' dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fat
The nigga on the b-block with the biggest knot
Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar kn-knot
Bought a s-six five st-st-stang
The ring on my m-m-mobile rang
I got it g-goin' on in the m-mix
All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix
I wonder if they t-task is about to hit
But I don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-shit
'Cause I'ma Uga O.G. in the z-zone
And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Money gone, yeah
Yeah 187 in the motherfuckin' house
Peace to my niggaz, Black Jack
Ya'll in the motherfuckin' house
Hookin' me up with that dope shit
The last track on my motherfuckin' album
We kickin' it funky gangsta
Yeah, sideways to the next light
Chorus:
Kill em all (4X)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album
Kill em all (4X)
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all (4X)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album
[Spice 1]
I murda like this (this) I murda like that (that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my motherfuckin gangsta hat
Professional, Columiban, Necktie, barbwire
strangula, over killa, dead fuckin body hanga
Peepin out the window with an A.K., pullin up on these copper
helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin me, ";Nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry";
Should I kick open the door and go to war
or should I stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note
Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin
and all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
and leave a straight motherfuckin jack
a straight motherfuckin jack
a straight motherfuckin jack
Chorus
(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*
[Spice 1]
Nigga's to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin out murda, jumpin on OJ's dick
Motherfuckers still sufferin and healin
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildin
Crazy niggaz still bangin and slangin crack
to the death, when the game put em up on they back
Motherfuckers catchin AIDS, from shootin hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the block
And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin four or five motherfuckin choppers before it's twelve
Motherfuckers think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin shit
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-sick
Chorus
[MC Eiht]
1990-sick, I grasp my dick
The lunatic quick to grab my tech
put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where I come from
Desert Eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah I'ma choke you
The killa niggaz on hop
We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin nigga Pac
Don't cross my path, no class
I be like shit in your motherfuckin ass
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid through
Evil niggaz tryin to get rid of you
No witnesses so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one-time'll be arrestin
Killa niggaz don't play that
It's Compton on no like your dome we stompin
But in that gang affiliation
Shit goes pop, we won't stop
Uhhh, in 1990-sick
Chorus: repeat 2X
(Get the hell off my dick, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*
Verse 1:
My old school homey took a fall
His blood hit the mutha fuckin wall
Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on
It felt like Christmas Day
I got a present and it come with a banana clip
Santa Claus mutha fucka meet the hollow tip
But let me get to the trunk so they fucked up
Now I'm 'bout to explode, niggas suckin chrome up
Kick down the door and started spraying
My nigga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin
Busted a nigga in the back rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first, I heard his back crack
Sounds of a mutha fuckin murder the ghetto got me insane
to my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my glock nine
You can't stop crime, so I'ma cock mine
The other nigga had a baby mack, and he was off the crack
He shot and missed and I shot back
But we both hit the floor, what the fuck for
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didn't know
But the bulletproof vest was on G
so I kept buckin at his ass like a donkey
And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth
As I was...
Chorus:
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
(repeat 3X , 4th = runnin out da mutha fuckin crackhouse)
Verse 2:
Cop had his finger on the mutha fuckin trigga
Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga
I had a pocket full of 'cane and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna lackin (?????)
But I don't think he'll be alive for too much long
I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face
cuz now I'm stuck with the dope and fuckin murder case
they threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut
and if I try to get away a mother fucka stuck
excuse me officer but you can suck a nigga dick
he looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch
slobberin at the mouth, mutha fuckin K-9
put it in my face told me not to waste time
What's my name? Spice mutha fuckin ace
yelled fuck the pig, spit a loogey in his face
he let that goddamn K-9 go
me and that bitch had it out on the floor
it went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my mutha fuckin
neck and chest
he took me down to the county, I'm seein?pictures of my niggas on the
wall for the bounty
I walked in with blood on my pants and niggas lookin at me like a black
Charles Manson
and I still had dope in my mouth cuz I'm fresh out da crackhouse, out
da crackhouse
[Intro: Spice 1]
It's nothin', you're nothin', it's nothin'
It's nothin', you're nothin'
[Chorus: Spice 1]
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, you're nothin'
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, you're nothin'
[Spice 1]
It's nothin' when I'm runnin' with the heater
sittin' on a twenty inch thangs
Mobbin' with the wood in the grain
can't get in the game, it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Hittin' them with the thumb and pinky ring
touched down Lex with the platinum chain
Me and my niggas known for bringin' the pain
t-a-to the brain, it ain't nothin' to the boss mayn
f-a-flossin' with the sticky green
time gets delayed with the gangsta lean
Up into the caddy when we ride for cream
h-a-hustlin' dream, it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Runnin', runnin' whether you're smokin' the glock
with the barrettes spinnin' around I'm hittin' them now
goin' sick f-a-fish tailin', smooth sailin' now
it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn, bailin' now
I'm r-a-rollin' back to back to the trailer now
inhale, exhale b-a-blowin' it out
s-a-shouldn't have choked off the endo smokin' my bong
p-a-peepin' on the haters cause they scopin' me out
It ain't nothin' to me, even when I'm ridin' on my enemies
Run with a lil' hennessey, weed and be
you'll be keen to see, it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Play boy...
[Chorus: Spice 1]
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, you're nothin'
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, to a thug, you're nothin'...
[Spice 1]
... to a player, to a boss, to a rider ain't no thang
L-a-live savish mayn for the cabs mayn, ain't your average mayn
Federallies wanna bust me mayn, handcuff me mayn
C-a-catch a player rollin' with a half thang
I keep ballin' mayn, cause it's all the same, ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Play boy it's nothin'
to a boss when I'm c-a-callin' shots and makin' boss moves
m-a-make a million mayn see the really pain
it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn, feel the pain
R-a-real thugs lovin' the boss, suckin' 'em all, muggin' it all
watch out I'm chasin' with the real, r-a-rollin' on
sm-a-smokin' cough, it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Trigger fingers with the big gats on 'em it ain't no stoppin' me now
smokin' the pound and never come down
keep it crackin' while I'm rollin' now, skypager now
smash off like speed racer now
It ain't nothin' to me, thinkin' 'bout it bein' servin' luxury
Even if I'm rollin' in a bucket see
I keep bustin' see, it ain't nothin' to a boss mayn
Play boy
[Chorus: Spice 1]
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, you're nothin'
It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a player
Y'all ready to do this shit? Bust
When I was young, I had the lust to pull the trigger
And make change out a five dollar ass, nigga
And as time went on, I gained much love
But seein' niggas', guts bust at a nightclub
Too young to get my ass in but they didn't trip
'Cause if I didn't get in, they knew I'd start shit
So I was treated like the muthafuckin' Pope
Security see me, so they scope
And follow me around like a flock of hoes
I had a squab with a bitch with a big ass nose
I started to knock the bitch out but before I could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he was slow, with the other hand slapped the hoe
Then security rushed us out the backdo'
So when I grabbed the nine, they thought I'd go nuts
I'd roll by and bust caps at the grownup's
Young nigga, got bold and got the liquor
As a young, yeah
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
Well, what do you know, it's summer time
And every young nigga my age, is on the grind
Workin' for the city
A drugstore on every goddamn corner and niggas actin' shitty
About who sell, where and whose dope is it
So, some niggas around the block, they paid us a visit
But we ain't comin' off shit but a drive by
I guess they wanna expand to go city wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch or liar
And five O is gettin' kinda dense
'Cause the wire was missin' from a county jail fence
Breakin' off boulders
And the niggas from around the block, they said they told us
Not to short stop, so my nigga got popped
I looked down and I'm shocked
To see him layin' dead by the bushes
As a young nigga
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
Shit is gettin' hectic, my mission had to flow smooth
We hit the corner in a sixty-five old school
Bustin' at niggas twice my age
Muthafuckas catchin' heat from my guage
They tried to shoot back but it ain't like that
'Cause I'm the nigga with the biggest gat
Hoes get fucked and eat the bullet
'Cause the trigger that got my nigga, one of them had to pull it
My nigga with the nine said, "Forget it"
But I seen a nigga point his finger and say, "He did it"
I loaded up the clip and shot him in the dick
And kept on bustin' till his leg kicked
Now we Audi 5000, gee
The glasspacks on the sixty-five, got noisy
We had to smash
'Cause five O was right behind our ass
We had to get away, we dumped the A.K.
And the guage in the bushes on the way
The cops kept bustin', niggas kept cussin'
About which way to go fussin'
We hit the corner and they bust
At some niggas lookin' just like us
We knew it was about that time
Hopped out my homeboy's shit and into mine
We got away because they couldn't figure
Which one of the boys was that young nigga
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
He said, "Young ass, nigga"
You dumb nigga, you
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up
(You got me fucked up)
[Spice 1]
Candy ass niggas got more peppermint than Patty
When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy
Got me FUCKED up, talkin' about what you got
You need to shut the fuck before you get got
Shot in this motherfucker, slugs out in this motherfucker
Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame
Now if a real nigga whip your ass it'll be a shame
Got me FUCKED up nigga, quit playin' with the game
See I don't know about these other niggas out here poppin' that shit
Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get
But I ain't the motherfucker that's out here to be played with
Got me FUCKED up nigga, I'll ride for my chips
You ain't gonna be talkin' too much shit with your mouth on a gat (gat)
Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap
You got me FUCKED up, who the hell you think I am?
Some ol' sucker or sumthin', some ol' busta or sumthin'
Who'll boss you a nut
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up
(You got me fucked up)
[Spice 1]
Ay bitch, you got me FUCKED up, I'm on the other side of the game hoe
Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-ass man dog
I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do
Talkin' that gangsta shit and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me FUCKED up nigga, the game chose me
Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini
I been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive
Me, Franklin and Grant, we been ridin' since eighty-five
And they don't die they just multiply like our g's
Got me FUCKED up, I stay heated the game don't freeze
For now nigga, knew myself around killers
Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down niggas
Clown niggas, thugged out, platinum bound niggas
But I'm keepin' my motherfuckin' feet on the ground niggas
Got me FUCKED up, don't get twisted and shit
cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip
You got me FUCKED up
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up
(You got me fucked up)
[Spice 1]
Yeah nigga you got me FUCKED up, you need to give me fifty feet
Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched
If a nigga spend fifty g's on some plussed out shit
We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed
You got me FUCKED up, I ain't the nigga you thought I was
Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug
Slugs spittin' at night, man that shit ain't nuttin' new
Young niggas is spittin' slugs, my niggas spittin' to
What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that shit
Cause I'll shoot an unknown motherfucker, just to strip
You got me FUCKED up nigga, I'm the East Bay G
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini
Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' ass
AK-47 right up to the tinted glass
I should clap yo' ass right now, right here
Cause all that bullshit you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear
You got me FUCKED up
[Chorus: Spice 1]
You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up)
(You got me fucked up)
Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up)
You fat ass pudgy muthafucka
Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthafuckin' [Incomprehensible]
How you gon' start some shit with the shit starter?
Knew you was a bitch first time I saw ya
Walkin' around sucking on everybody dick
Trying to get a deal but your record sound straight like shit
You was lucky to be signed with Jive
They dropped your ass when your record stopped at one-thirty-five
So next time you come at me nigga, best come clean
Have ya ass using blood for Listerine
So Mister CB-4 plastic gangsta ass nigga
Heard you wanna squab with the clip and the trigga
Gangsta murderer, gangsta villain gangsta killa
I loc up and put a slug in ya nigga, what
Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record company want ya
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
Run nigga, run, you can run nigga run but I'mma catch ya, you know
I had to gat ya, leave your body stiff like a statue, wet ya, get ya, hit ya
Bitcha split your ass down the middle like a swisha
Sweet ass nigga talkin' shit, I'll shake your ass like a pit, yeah
I'm in love with this rap shit, it's all good
But bring your ass down to Spiggity One neighborhood
Like Messy Marvin leave a mess
As my AK chop that beef off yo muthafuckin' chest
Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record label want ya
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
You gon' be wearin' ya ass for a hat
'Cause I'mma shoot ya dick out yo ass crack
Nigga, ya fuckin' with tha straight up gangsta mack
Piggity muthafuckin' pop, pop, pop
Keep talking that punk ass shit and you won't live to see yo album drop
All ya songs is rinky dinky
Just a fat ass nigga, who had one too many twinkies
And I'mma watch that belly explode
When I catch you in the street, unload the four-five and reload
Bend over and the hoes will laugh
'Cause you show a big fat stanky crack in that ass
Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record company want ya
You know, you done fucked up, don't you?
Listen here you little bitch made muthafucka
I'm gonna ask you some simple questions
And I want some simple motherfuckin' answers
Now you said you was a Jive artist, is that true?
(Well man)
Yeah, I was a Jive artist you know, and
I, I was signed to them, but uh, uh
Is you or ain't you a Jive artist?
I know, you know, I don't really don't know
I, I was, I am one, yeah
Well motherfucker let me ask you this here
Like I said simple questions, simple answers
Now you said you sold five-hundred thousand units
I sold, I sold somethin' like that you know
Five-hundred?
No, I
Four-hundred thousand?
Some
Two-hundred thousand?
A little bit
One-hundred thousand?
A little bit more than that, man
You know what I mean, talkin' that shit
You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
Just a young nigga and I wanna my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on
It goes one for the treble, two for the funk
Time to get my motherfuckin' 12 gauge pump
I blast off like N.A.S.A, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like Casper
I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For them bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin' around
Hidin' around the corner, tryin' to get a motherfucker down
Wearin' his Adams apple like a fuckin' snapple
Dismantle motherfuckers and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackal as I tackle they ass
With a fury of them buckshots, crackin' they mask
Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama
The big mack from the Itty-Bitty city
Niggaz actin' shitty so I licks 'em with my nitty
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I'm tryin' to get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on
Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some niggaz car up out his own garage
I stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines
Two thousand dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green
Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say
187, comin' wicked leavin' black much day
I don't be fuckin' with them niggaz who be shady and shit
Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
Trip on this nigga that's leavin' 'em dead in the alley
What's your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali
Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some
See mosta these niggaz up in my set, we bustin' dum-dums
My Uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out, fuck a title bout
I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt
'Cause I ain't playin', fightin' is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and leave your ass six feet up under ground
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide
Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I wanna get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on
Yeah, it's the G-Motherfuckin' Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga
They got me lookin' up over my shoulder now man
I gotta a strap, I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me
Bitches snitchin', heh, it really ain't the same
But um, Spice told me once
Him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
And that's what the fuck I'm gone do
Who can ya trust?
[VERSE 1]
Who can ya trust, cause niggas is all snakes and rats
Hollerin at your baby mama all behind your back
Smilin in your face though they plan on takin your place
Paid the lawyer ten g's, still lost the case
You say you got a lust to bust
But when it comes down to it, man, you sho' go nuts
Who can ya trust? Some niggas wanna roll with us
But when the bodies start droppin, man, they ain't sayin too much
Out of touch, quiet as a church mouse, not a squeak or a sound
When we really let em know how we get down
Who can ya trust, scandalous bust's tryin to set you up
And though you didn't plan on swimmin they wet you up
Who can ya trust when a nigga ballin out of control
And all the haters wanna get you for your diamond Rol'
Tired of suckers tellin me that I don't kick it no mo'
I'ma kick that ass ridin for my cash for sho'
Who can ya trust?
[CHORUS]
When a nigga ballin out of control
You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe
(Who can be trusted?)
Lord, I wanna be a baller, please
But these savage-ass streets keep on callin me
(Who can be trusted?)
When a nigga ballin out of control
You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe
(Who can be trusted?)
Lord, I wanna be a baller, please
But I been diagnosed with the thug disease
[VERSE 2]
...gettin sticky when I roll up
Niggas dippin too close and you don't know me, nigga, hold up
Get your hands our your pockets, I don't trust nobody
Cause see, the game ain't nothin but a gangster party
I been thuggin for years, tryin hard to stay alive
Cause violence and vengeance came close too many times
Sparks light up the night, niggas duckin from ricochets
Baldheads or braids, you can die in six million ways
In the heat of the drama, who can ya trust?
Hella niggas sayin they down, but they ain't ready to bust
They ain't walkin how they talkin, they just yappin they mouth
Speakin on that thug shit and ain't a strap in the house
Who can you trust, everybody gotta watch they back
Thought he was your homeboy till he faded to black
Walked up to your mama house, hit you up for the sacks
Now you bailin in the hooptie rollin round with the gat
You can't trust nobody in these days and times
Miss my homie, sittin on his grave with nines
Wishin I was at the murder scene lightin it up
For my playboy partna, I was the one he could trust
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
We choose 100's and 50's over tig-old bitties
It's m.o.b., ride or die in the heart of the city
Hella busters be fallin victim, swallowed up in the game
Black demons, I hear em callin, still screamin my name
Fall in the game, but you can never know all the games
Shot in his head with his vest on - who do you blame?
A victim of circumstances, gone with the wind
And to my niggas stuck on death row, caught in the pen
Never let em see you sweat, we're all born in sin
Suckers'll never really see through the hearts of the real men
When the shit goes down niggas be up in the clouds
Suckers ain't sayin nothin, they just talkin aloud
Entertainin the crowd tryin to get a few stripes
I ain't down for ballin, already got two strikes
Niggas tryin to make me k out
And some people say, "My A.K. is the way out"
Stay out of bullshit and keep my head over the water
Lot of niggas, see em hungry, blood-thirsty for dollars
Ridin for the cream, niggas think I'm doin 3 months
But on the real, homie, you can be touched
Now who can ya trust?
[Intro: Noreaga & Spice 1]
What the fuck, Spice 1 in this motherfucker
(Yeah nigga spark savin'), it all even, it straight gangsta, break a leg
What the fuck, what the fuck, it all easy, Spice Weezy (blaow!!)
Firest niggas of all coasts
(ay nigga, ay check this out nigga, ay somethin' like this nigga
YouknowhatI'msayin' nigga, feel me nigga
I'm on some motherfuckin' mobb shit)
(Whas happenin' Nore?) Get up
(What's crackin' nigga?), break a leg, break a leg!!
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, I'ma killer nigga, and a gangsta too
Murderous motherfucker that'll fuck your boo
Have her cryin' and shit, on the verge of dyin' and shit
Me and Spice 1 just applyin' the shit from the bay area
To the East Coast shit, +Trigga Gots No Heart+
and we say that shit, yo, you ain't know?
Aiyyo, now you know, from Oakland, now down to Sacramento
To my niggas gettin' signed now with no demo
They be proud of the game, speak loud of the game
All y'all niggas ain't got no, love for the game, aiyyo I did my shit
yo I mastered my shit, platinum role, now yo I smoke an O
Me and Spice Weezy, no dizzy, one treezy, wall graffiti
What, what? Spice 1 motherfucker, The Black Bossalini
[Chorus: Noreaga & Spice 1 - w/variations]
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what, what!!
[Noreaga]
Now you know, from Oaktown now down to Sacramento (Sacramento)
Better than Iraq (Iraq), niggas just play a demo (demo)
It's all good nigga, it's all good nigga, it's all good nigga
Aiyyo, now you know (now you know), from Oaktown now down to Sacramento
(That's Oaktown and Sacramento)
Better than Iraq, where we just play our demo (play our demo)
It's all gangsta nigga, it's all gangsta nigga, it's all gangsta nigga
[Spice 1]
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
Stick an Uzi at this nigga gettin' lighten shit up
Immortalized, thug niggas realise gravediggaz
From New York to California bring all my figures
Put it down like G's, turn to part of the cheese
Money-hungry motherfuckers with the thug disease
Nigga please we bomb pimps, players for sheets
Ridin' on enemies, make sure them motherfuckers bleed
Hit the weed, get the cash, money and bitches
Bendin' double make it to Diamond Lexus and saggy bitches
Two-hundred miles an hour, pushin' bodies out the car
We disintergrate niggas, give a fuck who you are
Keep my soldiers on the payroll money and power
Not too many real killers to be fuckin' with cowards
Keep it craculatin, for sheesty with Noreaga
True life players, kidnap 'em and make 'em pay us
[Chorus: Noreaga & Spice 1 - w/variations]
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck!
What, what, what, what...
[Outro: Spice 1]
My nigga Bill Clinton is a motherfuckin' player [echoes]
Livin' day by day in my hood, on the spot
I see the same old things, same dope fiends, cops
Just an average day in the streets of California
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been like this for years
Bloody sheets on the body, face wet from her mommy's tears
She couldn't have been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based, she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives and goin' to rest in peace
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein' dope fiends livin' off canned goods
15 niggaz on the corner and niggaz die young in California
5-0'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on, "America's Most Wanted"
But I don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thing
I still got love 'cause you gotta live
So you can give and raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin' D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the news, a young black death
Was it drug related? Take a guess
I flash when I look in the mirror black
'Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter Gat
I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody backstabbin'
But I ain't the one to talk, I'm into gafflin'
Death give a shit about your color
But yet I see mo' dead young brothas
I'm goin' crazy out here
Seein' 24 brothas die by the end of the year
And I still gotta deal with the 5-0
And I stopped sellin' dope in 9-0
But if it came to it, I'd probably still do it
Put a Nine in my drawers, get straight to it
I hope that I never see the day
That I get 20 years for a cake
B-K-A as a key to open up the door for the mo' money
But I ain't gotta do that G 'cause I'm down with the F-A to the C
To the U to the L-T-Y, G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I
C-E, makin' niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
(Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
But you don't wanna fuck with me
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
But you don't wanna fuck with me
Diamonds up on the pinky Rolex's up on the wrist
Take a good look at this old pimpin' ass
Nigga, you ain't never seen a mack like this
It's the thug in me
Niggas be walkin' 'round muggin' me, ruggin' me
Tell your bitch to give me my dick back
She pullin' me and tuggin' me
Can't be fuckin' 'round with you cluck head bitches
Don't need no fixin' rubbers
Just like my timin' ass partner E-40 say
Punk bitch y'all burn rubber
If that bitch can't swim then nigga she bound to drown
What's up with you old ratched mouth ass bitches?
Tryna talk down on me and the town
You bitches better recognize this is 187 proofer
Mobbin' out the cut with a fat A.K. and a black on black Lex Luther
Ain't no [unverified] up in this [unverified] just shut 'em down crush nasty
Right now I'm kickin' this pimp shit but you ho's know I'm the last G
In sticky situations will have bust with no hesitation
You punk ass niggas don't know my background
You just stuck on that player nation
Why a nigga wanna talk bad on a timer, who been down from the get go
I can smoke a blunt up in my hot tub
Don't be trippin' off that old shit though
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
But you don't wanna fuck with me
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
But you don't wanna fuck with me
You niggas ain't never seen me in person, tryna assassinate my character
Talkin' 'bout spice, ain't got no paper
Bitch, I'm a nightmare livin' in America
Ain't no paper bag ass nigga, hoe, I done been through some shit
Niggas walkin' 'round out here I wanna kill
Wanna kill me too that's real
Punk ass niggas they know who they is runnin' 'round talkin' shit
Oh, fuck that punk ass nigga
Spice 1, he ain't nothin' but a bitch, but one of these days
I'ma have your ass chopped up in the back of my Benzo
Mobbin' to this old gangsta shit
Right here smokin' on some of that Indo
Too many fuck you, bitches up in the game
Niggas, be puttin' too much on it
Born and bred to be a Thug ass nigga
2 fingers on 2 twin glock triggers
I know the game ain't got no rules and they got been laced
Damn, if so many muthafuckas didn't know my face
I would've been offin' you playa hatin' ass niggas a long time ago
Would've seen you filled up with slugs would've seen you dyin' real slow
But you know what I ain't trippin' off that old shit
'Cause y'all niggas ain't worth my riches
Go head and sit around and chatter my name out
I lace more punk ass bitches
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
But you don't wanna fuck with me
So you wanna be a playa
So you wanna be a G
So you wanna be a gangsta
(Player, player)
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 and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II society mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to make decisions and I'm quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
Slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga
Nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
And uhh, playas he can't give me no love
'Cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by 'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya better use that nina 'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
And umm, I'm taking up a hobby
Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two and I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart and I'll be damned if I'm broke old
Pushin' on a shoppin' cart, they blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 o' clock and my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat and watched them shoot my homey, seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair platt and let my mail stack
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse came and they triggas had no heart
Me kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! the 187 fact
Is back in the house man for nine-trey
This here see kill a man wit me Glock
[CHORUS: sung]
Touch me, feel me, smell me
Don by any means necessary
You can't fuck with a legendary
East Bay Gangster
[VERSE 1]
When it's all said and done a player's pushed power and paper
We all ball, playin russian roulette with thug's nature
Rush and pull capers, savage like _Amistad_
I know you seein what these demons is doin but I ain't scared
Got me grindin, havin hustler's dreams, killin for cream
It seems when you're close to your goal that's when they scheme
Ever since Pac and Biggie died the game done watered down
With generic-ass niggas who ain't gon' even stick around
For 2 minutes, fuck 5 minutes of fame, I'm 10 years
With longevity, nigga, deep as fuck in this game
How could you speak upon a legendary
East Bay Gangster Spice 1, don by any means necessary
Spice 1, don by any means necessary, nigga
Dn by any means necessary
Is you feelin me?
Like titties and ass
Is you feelin me?
Like clockin some cash
[CHORUS x2]
[VERSE 2]
We ain't bullshittin, dump a nigga up in a ditch and
Get to cookin chickens in the kitchen, it's non-fiction
Realism, with multiplied bodies like catechism
You fuckin with the fetti just equals to murderism
Hurt em, hit em, aim to split em down the middle, did him, got him
Kicked the nigga dead in his ass before I shot him
Rapper's complex, you niggas think I think I'm the shit
But I was goin dub for dub just like you in '86
I pop my collar cause me to you is like a pit to a chihuahua
Nigga, Taco Bell is that-a-way, bitch nigga, put your gat away
The big dog, fuck Scooby Doo, scrappin for scratch
Pass the dubee, fool, what's crackin, nigga, don't baby-sit that
You can't fuck with the legendary
East Bay Gangster, Spice 1, don by any means necessary
Spice 1, don by any means necessary
Nigga, by any means necessary
[CHORUS x2]
[VERSE 3]
And all you niggas talkin that shit in them streets can suck my dick
You can quote me on that, I'm a real rider, bitch
Your opinion is like a asshole, I stick my Uzi in it
Fuck you cockroaches talkin bunch of shit, I'm born sinnin
Been in it from the beginnin, Spice 1 the O.G.
Coast to coast, worldwide muthafuckas know me
I'm the one who set the foundation
For them niggas that sp-spit the g-gangsta shit real fast all the way across the nation
That shit you talkin 'bout I was born when I played it
Cause magazines be so East Coast orientated
Politics in the game, they forced this shit down our throat
We wanna hear niggas from where we from on the radio
Blaaw!
Verse 1:
Nigga who you think you fuckin' with?
You ain't no killer I put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla
Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your ass
Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe
And have me caught up in some bullshit I eat your ass up with the full clip
The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the bay
Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip a.k. blaaw!
Niggas don't wanna fuck with me
Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your ass to rest
You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest
You fail to realize the size you fuckin' with a killer
Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)
Hook:
Don't cry when me bleed ya, lr nigga don't let me break you down (x3)
Verse 2:
Don't be fuckin' with my emotions playa
Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
I'd love to do you with this big ass tech to get motherfuckin' respect
Woo-ha put your ass in check
Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your ass hangin' up off your
Back
So hold your motherfuckin' nutsack I'm off the yack nigga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his ass out on the concrete
See you can't fuck with a killer though
You catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigga though
Keep it on your ass on the slundin' with the beenie
Keepin' you motherfuckers two dollars short of a martinee
I'm a straight soldier motherfuckin' player shotcaller boss baller
Poppin' muy fuckin' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause I'm born
To die
Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why
Hook:
Verse 3:
Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me
Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free
So at the age of 14 a motherfucker was slangin' d
And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama
Readly for the motherfuckin' drama
Seen this cherokee they start shootin' this bike
Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherfuckin' life
Got to bustin' apon they ass with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' g
Suprise niggas I got you cocked up in sight
And I'm hopin' I got your punk ass won't be makin' home tonight
You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size
You fuckin' with a killer
Yeah, what's up fool
9-4, Spice 1, kickin' that G shit
Tell me what that mail like, nigga?
Wanna make money, this one or get smoked
Push it in, push it out
And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' Glock
Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' G
Hoppin' out a goddamn 94 Cherokee
Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' cooper scoop
A nigga off his feet with the millami the Ruger
So tell me what that mail like?
I keep processin' of the yea for cells [unverified] tell like
Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps
And 2 dollar bitches on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little nuts hung, fascinated by the Tommy gun
Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
But fuck that shit nigga, tell me what that mail like?
Tell me what that mail like?
Po-Po's wanna quiet me
'Cause I was tearin' up shit like the muthafuckin' liar G
Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson
Movin' ki's in large fractions
And this is the American dream
To a young muthafucka age 13 to 19
He used to be my best friend
But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
And that little white bitch got the whole world smoked up
And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
Smokin' muthafuckas 'cause they asked me
Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D
That's the shit I gotta deal with
Real last niggas can you feel it
Tell me what that mail like?
Tell me what that mail like?
Gotta live up to my rap as a G
Still countin' mail age 23
See me and Franklin they can't stop us
And now I got no friends, I done smoked all my patnas
I never thought that the money will definitely kill y'all
4 lil' young muthafuckas robbin' liquor stores
It's all good patna get your cash
Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
Lyin' on the ground confused as fucked
I guess it had to take the bullet
To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit
Lucky for me I had my vest on
'Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D
Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
See I'm a soldier in the shit you can tell right, nigga
So tell me what that mail like?
[ verse 1 ]
I'm lookin up out the barrel of a .45
Will a nigga survive
Or will these muthafuckas see me die
You see I'm livin in a society
Where soldiers breed
And you see murder 187 over hustlers greed
I told my homie to watch his fuckin back
While he blunted
I know some niggas that wanna kill him
For that five hundred
You see a murder from a street
My survival skills
Hand to hand or combat or even shoot to kill
Can't let these muthafuckas do you in this game man
Leavin cocaine in blood
Runnin down the street drain
They screamin yea but it ain't because they happy
I think they wanna cap me dome
Run in my happy home
And do me with the chrome
But ain't shit poppin
Cause you're sure to get your life tooken
I got niggas watchin my back
When even I ain't look at it
[ chorus ]
Survival
Survival
Only the strong can survive
Its called survival
[ verse 2 ]
You see it's cold on these blood-thirsty streets nigga
You got to figure
Even these little muthafuckas packin triggas
That'll put you under
I heard the thunder of a .20 gauge
? ? ? ? ? another nigga dead
And still don't make the front page
Nobody gives a fuck
You're on your own patna
Better pull some licks but don't jack me
Cause you get with this chopper
Make you spray yourself or ak yourself
If you don't know how much you're worth
You should have took your time and weighed yourself
Its 50/50 in the city when it's life or death
You can take it
Or I could have my last breath
Its do or die
Die or do
Me and you
Which one will survive
When all the killin is through
Some niggas leavin dumb before they realize
The name of the muthafuckin game is survive nigga
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
Muthafuckas say that I'm a paranoid nigga
Because I'm strapped with the infrared and the mack 11
Everyday put a happy big face up in your 6 tray
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? see who survive
Before you get off 2 shots
Nigga I'm gon get off 5
Cause I ain't the one to be the corpse
Up in this muthafucka
You know you're fuckin
With the original dead body chucker
Punk ass niggas can't get next to this
Dead o.g.'s be hautin my body like the muthafuckin exorcist
Run up on niggas dumpin they homies
Bodies up out they car
Its just some hardcore shit
Thats uncut and raw
We do the shit cause niggas can't understand
That everybody up on the block
Can't be the muthafuckin top man
Its scrilla for every nigga so strive
And you will be the nigga to survive
Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me
Don't fuck with the east bay g
..repeat three more times
Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screaming like eiht yelling come on niggaz
Nappy head muthafuckas in a coupe deville
Lightin shit up like fire marshal bill
You see I hops on the flo like my nigga dominoe
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A key or a half a muthafuckin thang
Pistol whip a nigga with an ak-ay
Peep this lodi dodi I shot up his body
Left his ass bloody in the front of the party
Yi-a-yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a driveby with the feds on my nuts
Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this g-zy
I pulls my motherfucking uzi
And spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain (spill his brain)
I spill his brain in his muthafuckin lap
I pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his muthafuckin back
I come with 187 not with that ho shit
So nigga spark up the bomb so we can blow shit
...repeat intro 2 times
Comin up on they ass like tales of the cryptic
Uz thang swallow that ass like lipton nigga
And now they try to wonder and figure
How the fuck charles manson turned his self to a nigga
Put a blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
Bullets fly in they chest like a muthafuckin sparrow
Cause we get like steven king bodies swing from my ceiling
Open up the chest when it's time for the cap peeling
9-4 hit the do' with a fat gat
Comin like this break em down like that
The nigga with the facts and the fat crack sack
Po pos on my back blow they ass off the map
With the 187 mad man killa
Spill a nigga guts for the fuck
...repeat intro 4 times
It goes one for the trouble but you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my bitch nigga waltz
Ga-a-gat that ass with the double deuce derringer
From the bay area the pall bearer
6 niggas carry ya momma in hysteria
Welcome to your mutherfuckin coffin and I stare at cha
Cause you're a dead muthafucka black
And you never should have fucked with the 187 fac
So nick nack patty whack give a g a gat
And put some bullets in that ass crack
Yeah break em down with the mac
And like john madden 93 boom he's on his back
Spice 1 is a muthafuckin trooper
So say what up to the east bay freddy kruger
Blow the head off a muthafuckin cow
When my gat goes off like a m-1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side
Chill, man, them niggas don't understand, man
They don't understand about me
Bloaw, they got my glock, man, me
You wanna hear me trip, you wanna hear me trigger, man
You wanna hear that shit go bloaw?
KnowI'msaying? We do it like that, man
We got me glock and all that shit, man
Me, see me, you know what me do, man
You see me do like this
Me killing, man, down to they finished
Blow 'em brains out, chill, man, with a bye-bye
Killing, man, down to they finished
Blow 'em brains out, chill, man
Come again now
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Me killing, man, down to they finished
Blow 'em brains out, chill, man
Bloaw, the nigga, Short Dog in the house
We out smoking him, smoking the ganja, man
We don't give a fuck about the cops, man
Fuck the 5 O, man, piggy in a blanket, man
Me see like this
We do some reggae shit, man
We do a little bit like this
Me telling 'em like this, man, me say
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt, come again now
Got to let them squabble, let the reggae sun splasha
Let them leg in the fields, spliff up in his ass-a
Got a tech, millimeter, see me 'bout to put in word
Found my nigga down the street
Me see him jocking for his bird
Jocking for his bird, yo, was like 1, 2, 3
The giddily giggy gangsta S P I C E, come again now
I C E is, see me jocking for his bird, bloaw, bloaw
Me blow him down like a bloaw, bloaw, with a bye-bye
Bloaw, me say the 187 Fac is in the house, man
Me trigger on the motherfucking Old English
And sailors and all that crazy shit, man
Me got peas all in the motherfucking house, man, bloaw
My nigga, Ant Banks, man me, me and
Me nigga got his trigger in his motherfucking pocket
Like a fool mighty crazy like that, man, me too, man
Me say, me got my glock and all that, bloaw
Me got my niggas in the studio
Them niggas crazy, man, me say like G-Nut, man
The nigga got big knife, man, in the video, man
He kicking shit the gangsta shit, bloaw
Me do it like this
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt, bloaw
Let them niggas know
That you're not playing with that shit, man
Nine-tre 187000 G, 187 erupt, motherfucker, bloaw
Killing, man, down to they finished
Blow 'em brains out, chill, man
Me killing, man, down to they finished
Blow 'em brains out
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see giving them what dem want
Smoke 'em like a blunt
Ya see me smoking 'em like a blunt
Smoke 'em like a blunt
My old school homie took a fall
His blood hit the muthafuckin wall
Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on
It felt like Christmas Day
I got a present and it come with a banana clip
Santa Claus muthafucka meet the hollow tip
But let me get to the trunk so they fucked up
Now I'm 'bout to explode, niggas suckin chrome up
Kick down the door and started spraying
My nigga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin'
Busted a nigga in the back rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first
I heard his back crack
Sounds of a muthafuckin murder, the ghetto got me insane
To my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my Glock nine
You can't stop crime so I'ma cock mine
The other nigga had a baby mack
And he was off the crack
He shot and missed and I shot back
But we both hit the floor, what the fuck for
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didn't know
But the bulletproof vest was on G
So I kept buckin at his ass like a donkey
And when I tried to run and get out
The pig put the Glock to my mouth
As I was...
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Runnin out da muthafuckin crackhouse
Cop had his finger on the muthafuckin trigga
Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga
I had a pocket full of 'cane and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna like En Vogue wish he hold on
But I don't think he'll be alive for too much long
I dropped the Glock with a puzzle look on my face
Cuz now I'm stuck with the dope and fuckin murder case
They threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut
And if I try to get away a motherfucker stuck
Excuse me officer but you can suck a nigga dick
He looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch
Slobberin at the mouth, muthafuckin K-9
Put it in my face told me not to waste time
What's my name? Spice muthafuckin Ace
Yelled fuck the pig, spit a loogey in his face
He let that goddamn K-9 go
Me and that bitch had it out on the floor
It went on for five minutes or less
Teeth marks on my muthafuckin neck and chest
He took me down to the county
I'm seein' pictures of my niggas on the wall for the bounty
I walked in with blood on my pants and
Niggas lookin at me like a black Charles Manson
And I still had dope in my mouth cuz I'm fresh out da crackhouse
Out the crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
Yeah, whassup?
RIP, shout out to my dead partners
My nigga went crazy, he's trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail
If life is a bitch, I'll pimp it just like a hoe
I make all my money from slangin' ounces of coke
I shot up a bitch 'cuz she was fiend
She's spreadin' information, tryin' to run off with my ring
I'm livin' in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when
A 187 nigga's best friend is a Mack 10
Niggas be rollin' up on me and loadin' the clip and say I'm slippin'
But I'm in a fucked up state of mind and I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin'
'Cause I'm strapped, thinkin' about my nigga, took out in the game
RIP, plan B, Jessie was his name
So, rest in peace, peace my nigga RIP
RIP, RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah, whassup Clean?
I ain't forgot about you homie
Johnny B whassup Clay?
I ain't forgot about you either
Hope y'all tear this thang knahI'm sayin'?
Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah
When I was young, I had the lust to pull the trigger
So, I know how it feels to shoot another nigga
Take one of mine, I'll take ten of yours
You call up your posse, I'll call up my boys
The funk, it was jumpin' but why should it jump?
Niggas with Uzi's and hella niggas with pumps
Ready to spray, do a nigga up proper
Did my boy in good, chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the North, Johnny B from the crew
Seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe
The bag, the body, the body, the bag
From forties to funerals, from chronic to zag's
I'm rollin' up one for niggas that died
I go out to forty and hit the strip in my ride
And let down the top 'cause my top drop
Handle my glock, in case I gotta pop
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah
Fool, whatta you know about my partners Mark Crowser ?
Y'all know nothin' about Erick Ason
Y'all know nothin' about Big Round Sink knahI'm sayin'?
O.G.'s they got much love, Marcus Raine
My nigga had bomb, we called him Big Dave
Six slugs in the chest put my boy in the grave
I went to his house to get me a sack
His brother stood on the porch and told me the facts
Strange how it happened, he went out for a night
Strange car drove up, that's when the pistols went pop
Should I pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas?
Should I roll up the Endo, hit, throw up drunk offa liquor?
My memorials of my dead niggas on the wall
And when I die, I know I'm dyin' with a bullet y'all
But the nigga that take me out, he better have the clout
Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route
You know this nigga ain't afraid to die
Just write my name on the wall, gangsta S P I
C E [Unverified] RIP, rest in peace, nigga
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Fuckin' on the hood of my Benz
Robbin' some of your old boyfriends
Dressed in black like twins
You sexy I'm saggin'
Bitch, put this clip in your purse
Cause we about to go do some dirt
These niggas think you won't ride
Comin' with the element of surprise
I be hidin' in back up the trunk
Leave it half unlock so I can dump, muthafucka
These bitch niggas play hoe games
But the shit gon stop today 'cause I'ma take this AK
Stick a Glock in your lingerie
And we gon handle this shit like G's , bitch
You can distract 'em with your cleavage
Kick on back with Spice 1, baby, you can ride shotgun
Little rings around your titty nipples
While I'm puffin' on my blunt
Just some gangsta shit that I do
When I ride with me and you
We alone in the middle of the night
Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs
You ain't scared it's the thug in me
Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me
Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see
Just a down-ass bitch and a hard ass G
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof
Yellin', 187 out the stolen coupe
Baby come and go on this lick with me
Born killers like Mickey and Malorie
You in love with a fugitive
Po po lookin' for me where I used to live
Ain't got no more jail time to give
Ba, ba, bomb first my prerogative
When I see your G-string in a hot tub
Clips and gats all around makin' hot love
And you're always down for a lil' sex, money and murder
Leads up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya
Got you lost in a thug world
Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl
Crystal kinda [Incomprehensible] by the pool-side
Got two twin glocks, hers and his nines
Other hoes is fakin', you're the realest
When it come to na na na you got the illest
Got a nigga hittin' switches in the king size
Me and you get dressed and goin' hoo-ride
That's how we do it, some haters [Incomprehensible]
Me and my bitch got you mark ass niggas scared
If you don't comin' with the money, she gonna empty lead
Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half head
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
Baby, come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me?
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man, baby
Can you really love a playa man
I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger
Bellin' up out the hooptie, mobbin' with my pants sagin'
I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp
It's the born to die the S P I
Playa status since an OG since Lee High
Sportin' a G hat with the short brim
Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller
Whatever you wanna calla
Straight playa up in this game
Puttin? it down for all ya haters
Killin' ?em softly raisin' ?em off me
Keepin' it real so they can't fade me
Up in the 9-sick
I kick back and roll a Vega up
Rollin? with the Hennessey
Champaign and Remmy up in my cup
Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G
Soakin? up game in the East Bay street
Stackin? that fetti S P I C E
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man, baby
Can you really love a playa man
The game is deeper than Atlantis
So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon
You swimmin' at your own risk
?Cuz in the bay ain't no parana
But you can get your body ate up
When you get to flossin? up in that Lexus potna
Look what the tied washed in
That's what the people say
Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay
Straight out the water
Finna wet you up and leave your body
Soaked with some of that red rum
So come on, come one and come on dem all
And watch them bodies fall
S P I C E comin' with that hard to kill a blow
Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place
I was strapped with a gun case
But now I'm back out on the paper chase
Spittin' ?em game
And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil
The G from back in the day
They always say I spit the real
Keepin' these haters out of my pockets
And always watchin' my spine
The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man, baby
Can you really love a playa man
S P I C E be stackin? fetti fetti
See I be stackin' ballin'
Since way way back in the day
The bay area, my play area
Ain't no crips or bloods
But if you cross game then I'm gone carry ya
Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think
Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa
Poppin' the cork on champaign
Hundred dollars a bottle
We roll in Benzes and coups as if we won Lotto
Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name
?Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man, baby
[Chorus x2: Spice 1]
Thug Thizzle, Pimp pimp pizzle
She can't tell if it's my dick or my pistol
[Dru Down]
Thug thizzlin, Pimp pimp pizzlin
She love my style and my game's so sizzlin
[Verse 1: Spice 1]
I can turn from player to killer in about two s-s-seconds flat
Fetch yo hat for you nigga, Bring that motherfucker back
Picture that, Picture me rollin in a benz black
Picture me hittin corners and rollin the chronic sack
Picture me thug thizzlin, Nigga keep it bossy
Bossy shakin these haters, Keepin them off me
How many niggaz out here gon be catchin some slugs
Before somebody says don't fuck wit the thugs
My fo-five is chrome just like my shoes 22's
Track smith and wesson, Bossalini done paid his dues
I draw down if dru down draw down on a nigga
Do some thug shit wit these heaters until they fill us
Head, Shoulders, Knees, And toes
Mix with the pimpin thug thizzles
Have a dime piston on me like tatos
Reminiscing thug thizzle wit the pimp pizzle
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Dru Down]
I'm givin 'em what they want, Nigga straight pimpin
I'm livin up and down the track, I'm belvadere sippin
I'm movin slow wit the interior light on
I'm givin a show just to knock me one of these phat hoes
I'm rollin in style wit these big rims
The bitch may fold, Nigga where you been?
Boy I'm all in, I put the p up in pimpin
No simpin, I been doin this for a minute
I'm rippin and runnin, Yes, I'm automatically gunnin
I been like cash money millionaires straight stunnin
Pimpin is nothin, I gotta put one in my body that knocks hottie especially on a friday
It's my way or the highway
That's what me and chico tell a bitch that's ready to get her diss shit
Straight p-i-mp-i-ng in a G-6 wit me, See
I'm gifted, I speak these words so fluent
They'll make a bitch jump into it, It's nothin to it
Because I'm pimp pimp pizzlin
She love my style, My game because it's so damn sizzlin
[Chorus: x2]
They don't make no more (no more), real niggas like us (real gangsta rappers)
BLAOW! They don't make real niggas like us no more
[Verse 1:]
Take you back and kick some shit about the old school days
When me and 2pac use to smash through the motherfuckin' bay
He use to live by the lake, right by the parkway exit
We use to pull bad bitches and get 'em ass-hole naked
I was doin' the "In My Neighborhood" video shoot
Just about the same time my nigga Pac did "Juice"
That nigga came through my video and said "Whatsup-er"
Spice 1, do that rap shit where you stutter
Was a bad motherfucker, we both laughed at eachother
Off the good Bin Laden bomb indo smoke
True gun clappers, days of the real gangsta rappers
But in this time and day, shit, it don't matter
If the nigga liked the party they gonna give him the role
Too many suckers in disguise wearin' gangsta's clothes
You can tell when you look in my eyes that I'm a ridah
Ready to dump and bust slugs for my motherfuckin' partna'z BLAOW
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
There will never be another Pac, or Scarface
Another Ice Cube nigga, won't be another Dr. Dre
And what about the D.O.C. he made noise
But man, that shit was fucked up when he lost his voice
Real gangsta rappers, MC Eiht and DJ Quick
Them niggas had me fired up with all that gangbang shit
Don't forget Eazy E or the OG Ice T
That nigga Too $hort use to pick me up from highschool G
The real pioneers of the gangsta rap scene
I use to open for N.W.A. at seventeen
Use to be a jacka, call me the real gangsta rapper
WESTSIDE nigga home of the playas pimps and macks
We the originators of gangsta shit, we love to spit it
Tell the real, let these motherfuckers know the ordeal
I remember Dub C (W.C.) when he came with the MAAD Circle
From the north to the south Cali niggas was spittin verbals
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
You know JIVE Records had to travel to the east
Cause this gangsta rap shit was blowin up like yeast
Fuck with my nigga Noreaga and my nigga Cam'Ron
My niggas from all over Queens, Brooklyn and Bronx
Even though I'm comin' from W.E.S.T
Some of the niggas on the east got love for me
Real gangsta rappers, they respectin' this thug shit
Cause it was 187 dump a nigga in a ditch
Even if a motherfucker wasn't likin' our rap
He had to respect this motherfuckin glock in my lap
When it comes to real gangsta rappers I'm one of the last
So catch a glimpse of a motherfuckin blast from the past
Spice 1, Bossalini, Fetti Chico Soprano
Put a slug up in your ass have you singin' Soprano
They don't make real niggas like us no mo'
But you can catch me signin' autographs and doin' a show
BLAOW!
A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga)
[repeat]
[Verse 1]
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts &
slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan
Menace II Society muthafuckin' killer
just call me the East Bay Gangsta
I'm yo' real ass nigga
Quick to make decisions & I'm
quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this muthafuckin' mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, nigga
slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
[repeat]
[gunshot]
[Verse 2]
Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga
nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
And uhh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
slangin' dub sacks
and I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
ya better use that nina
'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
and umm I'm taking up a hobby
murdering muthafuckas & massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no love nigga
187 is a art 'cause a nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love bitch
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
if he no give my pay
Ain't no love bitch
[repeat]
[Verse 3]
A nigga gots no heart
& I'll be damned if I'm broke old
pushin' on a shoppin cart
They blast on a friend of me
another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 O' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat & watched them shoot my nigga
seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full
of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my mail stack & let my hair platt
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
his posse came & them niggas had no heart
Me kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man
comin' at yo' ass wit no love
Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man
Rollin' down the block smokin' endo
I got the glock and I'm headed for the liquor sto'
Rollin' up slowly, feelin' on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, I might kill ya
I couldn't really tell who he was
But I ain't really trippin', 'cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I hop out of my shit and lock the car do'
As I step into the store I'm starin' at some hard hoe
She said, 'Wassup?', like a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some niggas runnin' at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin' up on Spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a nigga ass with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store, grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin' fo'?
Now if the bitch wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it's money or murder
Money or murder
Money or murder
I smashed out the parkin' lot, hoes watched
As I shipped another bullet to this bitch's dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that's one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
So what's next in this episode?
Fo' niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the last time
And I'm gettin' kinda short on my gas line
Doin' 100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my window
Now they think they got me
So I slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
Pulled up on the side
Shootin' at the nigga that I busted with the St. Ides
And since I couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
And that's about the time that he's fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
Fucked
Now was it money or murder?
Money or murder
Money or murder
I'm in the cut, late night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin' niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the game
Some niggas don't know
He wanna pump my gas, but I think I seen a .44
I figured it's a jack, because instead
Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
So now I need a murder plan
Reach under the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin' funny at a nigga
I'm sittin' calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
Nigga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I fucked him up with the car do'
I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
He said, "Please, Spice 1, don't blast me"
Close your eyes and grip your dick
I shot him in the stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
It ain't shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
When it's money or murder
(spice 1)
Yeah, what you lookin at, bwoy?
Ph balance style
(chorus: spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
(spice 1)
Hit the freeway in a 850 goin about a hundred and forty, sporty
Niggas slowin down as if they know me
Owe me a chronic session but I keep on mobbin' I got my own
Fiendin goin to the zone, rollin up I see a vega loan
Watchin out for the po-po cause the gangsta braise alert the coppers
Smokin under them choppers o.g.'s see me and give me propers
They say whattup to the easy bay gangsta each and every time
As I took my hat and light my chronic up in the sunshine
I gets my mobb on just like all you other players
Lookin out for dead presidents who want that green paper
Put out my doobie as I mobb up off the freeway
I'm goin side-a-ways, this way, that-a-way
I see my partners up in the alley fightin they pit bulls
High performance, old schools, with fat dulls
Catch me cussin at the cluckers on the street
Tryin to stop myself from pullin out my heat, I'm mobbin' today
(chorus: spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
(spice 1)
Po-po passin me up, lookin all inside my car
It's full of smoke, rollin down my window, they see me choke
And spit a loogie out on the street because I'm hella high
Rollin around, maddoggin with some red eye
Talkin slow and show them about which way to go
Just hittin corners, tryin to find myself a liquor store
Hustlers slangin on the stow-front tryin to make some ends
I'm gettin deals on blunts from the iranians
They know my face cause I comin up at them every day
For some hennessy and lemon squeeze a alazay
Then I'm back on the streets drivin through the track
See fools fresh out the penn, killers from way back
Hoppin out the hooptie chop it up with real ass o.g. homies
Jerk players only, cause ain't no time for fakes or phonies
Come catch a glimpse of a real player up in the bay
Gotta get my pay okay, I'm mobbin' today
(chorus: spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
(interlude: spice 1)
Yeah I've seen up out there player,
Runnin with a five hundred knowhati'msayin?
850, guard be, knowi'msayin, somethin proper,
Somethin fly, say knowhati'msayin?
Get your mobb on you know, youknowhati'msayin?
Or you can sweat these busters with their mean muggin,
Player hatin youknowi'msayin?
That's all they is, get your mobb on man,
Cause I'm gonna get mine on youknowhati'msayin? ...
(chorus: spice 1)
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo
Mobbin' today, hey
Intro
"heh, heh, heh heh listen, studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Studio gangsta, haven't you ever heard of a killa"
Verse 1
Ring-a-ding-a-ling I'm caught off
In this thang with the mutha fuckin' sawed off
Niggas that sleep don't wake up
Cause I'll put the gauge to your nuts
Have ya caughin' up piss and blood
Mark ass niggas don't get no love
The evil ass nigga from the f-a-c
Bustin' out the hersh with the g-a-t
I went to my nigga on the okland block
He passed me the glock said shoot the cop
Shit went crazy when I spilt the pig
Piggy in a blanet thats what we did
Ran down the alley hotwired a broham
Flashbacks of a bloody cop suckin' the chrome
I'm lookin' up at me nigga and his name is g
G cocked the glock and looked back at me
Me say my name is spice 1 I never heard a ya
My name is spice 1 I never heard a ya
My name is spice 1 I never heard a ya
But a, 187 is a murdera, byd-a-bye bye
(I'm the fuckin' murdera, I'm the fuckin' murdera
Haven't you ever heard of a killa) ---rbx
Verse 2
You see I roll down the ra-a-roll down the ba-a-block
Hand on the ha-a-hand on the ga-a-glock
Seventa-a-ta-a-teen sha-a-sha-a-shots
Seventeen na-a-niggas pa-a-pa-a-popped
My name is spa-a-spa-a-spice wiggedy-wa-a-one
My uzi wa-a-wa-a-weigh a ta-a-ta-a-ton
I kicks the ra-a-ra-a-red ra-a-ra-a-rum
And leave your ba-a-ba-a-body na-a-na-a-numb
So keep a nigga ka-a-keep a nigga ca-a-car
Lookin' for the la-a-lookin' for the ba-a-bar
Sell me a sa-a-sell me another o
Scatter from the pa-a-po pa-a-pa-a-poe
Hurry up and break this nigga for his keyes
Because his glizock is at my ba-a-balls I'm fa-a-freeze
The nigga with the na-a-nigga with the na-a-nine
Flatt mutha fuckin' flatt mutha fuckin' nine
( ) x2
Niggas da-a-da-a-don't understa-a-stand
I'm a ma-a-ma-a-mad ma-a-ma-a-man
Killin' for the ka-a-killin' for the ka-a-keyes
Keyes ka-a-ka-a-keyes ja-a-ja-a-g's
Dump a nigga da-a-dump a nigga in a ditch
380 on that na-a-nigga ass ba-a-bitch
Smobbin' wit the sma-a-smobbin' wit the ma-a-mug
Livin' like a la-a-livin' like a tha-a-thug
Gattin' niggas ga-a-gattin' niggas stra-a-strong
Uzi sa-a-sa-a-sang a sa-a-sa-a-song
Da-a-da-a-da-a-death wa-a-wa-a-wish
A cappin' ya a ca-a-cappin' ya out the dish
Whan a na-a-na-a-nigga sla-a-sla-a-slip
This hollow ha-a-ha-a-hollow ta-a-ta-a-tip
There ain't no safety on this double limb
I got seventeen shots one for you and one for all a them
Hos pushin' up daisies niggas can't fade me
I told you I was crazy ho, but no
You wanna fuck wit the gat rata-tat-tat
Murder fac and it's like that nigga shatt-ed
Damn, standing here bring back a gang of memories, man
Sitting on this old block
All the violence and drugs you know, I lived through it
Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them motherfuckers
Rest in player pieces my niggas, blow
Innocent bystanders, be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real niggas, be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow, my nigga, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see some niggas at the party, and I'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, Uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a homey named Money, now, he's R.I.P
Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and G's
I don't know why the fuck they did it, niggas plotting and scheming
That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream
Because see I'm losing it. I can't take it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been dead for two years
Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I could've been dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, when I'm sleep
Stash my Glock under my pillow, twenty gage by my feet
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
For my homies, dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Too many niggas smile in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving bitches, obsessed with this mob shit
Niggas thinking they moving and bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
Immortalized forever, having my homies, up in the grave
Thinking back on, when I used to drank yac in my younger days
Bust the twelve gage shotty, too young to buy liquor
Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor, cars, money and bitches
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes and a milli's
We go to war till they feel us, bury they ass on the realest
Ohh, shove us in the path, so eliminate you for scrilla
Niggas dying on the front line
Spending most of they life, ducking the one time, no sunshine
In the world of sin, from the gutter to the pen
Got me swimming in the game with a brim on my shark's fin
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
For my homies, dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
I ain't no bitch but if you bone me, I'm coming
Running double, trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart pumping
Serving niggas out the back of the Caddy
Hitting corners, ain't no love for you, snitch ass niggas in California
Ducking suckers and shady bitches, scheming to gaffle riches
Niggas living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans, watching me close
Nigga propped up with dreams, died back in ninety four
Suckers laid down my homie, I just had to get off
Can't be acting like no bitch nigga, because war is raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real niggas put to death by the hand of the gun
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
On my homies, dead and gone in the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check 1, check motherfuckin' 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Chitty chitty gang bang, niggas wanna slang caine
But like I said before it's a ghetto thang
You wouldn't understand this
'Cause at the tender age of 14 the gat was handed
I put in work to get the cash on
When a nigga stepped up close I got tha blast on
And motherfuckers in my hood were down for that
Nigga what I packs, I packs it big phat
Motherfuckin' 'ey are 15
And fry that ass like seasoning
'Cause in the bay they are no red and no blue guys
Motherfuckers just drop like shoo flies
So when you come on claimed on blue or red
'Cause these niggas will color your ass dead
I gotta keep my tech 9 in the bushes
Made more mail than the rest of the pushers
I'm standin' tough like Wrangler
Niggas don't care if you a crip or a blood
We are all get the gas chamber
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check 1, check motherfuckin' 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Break mine up became a slang word
Sellin' dat cooked up caine bird
Is a key to a motherfuckin' G
Bustin' caps in the mix back in 1983
So that's old school shit to me
I wanna live to see 23
But these niggaz in the ghetto crazy
A nigga layin' dead in a fuckin' grave
And I gots to come sick wid it
I sold dope and crack and shit but didn't stick wid it
'Cause the boys in blue they got a new shit
A helicopter that you can't fuck wid
And the funky ass black on white
Ran blue lights wid that engine sumptin' tight
But 5 0 can't fuck wid the 5.0
'Cause I'm a old school nigga at the sat show
I whip shit and get the niggaz straight stack on
Pigs have a coke and smile and get the fuck on
'Cause I'm the same old nigga
Even though my pockets phat my belly's bigger
I'm at the age 22
17 years old shit I probably gaffled you
But forget that shit because it's all good
And Mr. Right ain't got shit on my neighborhood
'Cause we was all young gangstaz livin' on a razor
Fuck wid us and we sprayed ya
But in 93 it ain't for you and me
'Cause we are straight get the gas chamber
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check 1, check motherfuckin' 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
Check motherfuckin' 1, check 1 2
Shoot a motherfucker down, what a nigga do?
On the real douh partna
This is what a nigga tryin' to say
When you shoot the next motherfucker
You goin' to jail regardless of what motherfuckin' color you got on
You know I´m sayin', you gonna get the gas chamber regardless
So when I do this shit for some cash anyway
Like my lil patna Bushwick say
"If shit don't make dollar, it don't make sense"
[Chorus: Spice 1]
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya (slugs inside ya)
[Spice 1]
Fuck the world, we be gattin' the up
Niggas be comin' with the AK runnin' out of the car, we givin' a fuck
Grabbin' my nuts and bustin' with the killers side, we killin thugs
Catch my enemies slippin' and hittin' them up we bury they ass
Some of you niggas is bitches we scary to blast
I'll put down the mash and I'ma pull fast class with tinted glass
Murder for cash, niggas be runnin' and dumpin' with no ski mask
Paid hits so close your eyes and keep a close grip on your dick
We empty clips, slip, silde and dip to those who collect the chips is thug shit
[Kyoz]
My life up in the ghetto stackin' talk show flow
King of the block (block), pushin' rocks until my heart stop, clock me or not
Brought me a drop, triple gold D, stackin' my teeth
Puttin' slugs in enemies, makin' niggas freeze just like the police
And until I'm deceased, marry me a 'G'
Young niggas, dumb niggas with chrome (chrome) and tell Al Capone
Flippin' zones by the phone when I bought my home
Laced with game, the game explains wettin' them up like rain
Killin' the markers was the caine
[Chorus: Spice 1]
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherfucker
[Den Fen]
I'm mentally mind gone with the chrome in my hand
when I take my stand and glance at the right foes
Two shots for my right foe
The life that I'm livin' I'm leavin' 'em fucked in the game
when I maintain in my ghetto path
True to the roots, only crews gonna blast on your punk-ass
They flashback to my main frame its the same thing
but a different game, feel a strange pain
when you got a bullet hole enlodged in your motherfuckin' brain
They slang caine on my blocks, glocks cock on fight non-stop
Patrol - nigga me slangin' that caine since sixteen years old
[Spice 1]
My foes be shot up in caskets, half of they faces be missin'
dumpin' on you jealous bastards, six feet deep nigga listen
Bossalini bring the drama as the motherfuckin' world keeps turnin'
And I won't rest in peace till I see my enemies burnin'
I'll load my clips and slang my ki's smoke ounces of chronic weed
while niggas bleed over scandalous bitches, money and greed
Down for the wettin' them up, niggas be diein' for disrespectin' a thug
Now takin' some slugs and leave these niggas with all they gats in the mud
[Chorus: Spice 1]
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
FUCK THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump niggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong, the feeling's getting stronger
The longer I stay away
Miss the moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
And I like to see the lazy Mississippi
Hurrying into Spring
The moonlight on the bayou
A Creole tune that filled the air
I dream about magnolias in June
And now I'm wishing that I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
When that's where you left your heart
And there's something more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
The moonlight on the bayou
A Creole tune that filled the air
I dream about magnolias in June
And now I'm wishing that I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
In that's where you left your heart
If there's something more, I miss the one I care for
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga, shit
I'm comin' up at 'em with the 9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
'Cause I don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha Jack
So say, what up? To the 187 FAC
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex
Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
'Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
Nigga and you be feelin' kinda fucked up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
The trigga happy nigga, I figure
Niggas won't wanna step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps niggas take naps
'Cause I don't be fuckin' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, niggas feel me
When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
But fuck what you've heard
I smokes niggas like Herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg
For your muthafuckin' life
'Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, nigga
You can't run away from my Glock
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared to you muthafuckas
Shit, and nigga that's how it be
Rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me
So don't come at me with that shit
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' [incomprehensible], nigga
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and shit
Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
'Cause if you funkin' with my niggas
You gon put in some work, nigga
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
Yeah, nigga
You knew you couldn't fuck wit this G
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, hoe, ha, ha
Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass
Ant Banks in the muthafuckin' house
My nigga, Omar
My nigga knocked out muthafucka drunk and shit
This nigga Jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio
Drunk in tha muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock
Can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
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 from your body
Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the party
You was fuckin' with a killa, your patnahs tried to tell you
But you didn't listen, now your whole chest missin' in action
'Cause I'm kidnappin' motherfucker's souls
Leavin' holes in they bodies when they go
I pops out the motherfuckin' Chevy 350, ragtop
Still bustin' down the fuckin' block, the killin' don't stop
We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna
It's like you fuckin' with the man-a, Tony Montana
We sent some killas to murda all the ones you love
Chainsaw your motherfuckin' ass up in the bathtub
Another murda, another fucked up day
Some more drama, fucked in the Dirty Bay
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AK
I [Incomprehensible]for these keys, if they ain't handin' me what they got
I'm dealin' these motherfuckers on top, seize on the spot
Waitin' another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz
An' when they roll up an' get out they ride
I'ma get out, you stay inside
An' if you happen to see some killin', nigga, don't go into shock
Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks
'Cause livin' up in the Bay, we gon' have a split up in it
An' your memory an' corpse with shit up in it
Niggaz seein' signs of overkill, yeah, you did
But niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin' head
Did a couple of donuts, busted my choppa in the air
Niggaz can't fuck with these motherfuckin' nightmares
Sellin' keys an' a half, some niggaz filled with slugs
An' all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin' ditches dug
I bury Paul 'cause I'm the pallbearer
Get your dome clapped in the Dirty Bay area
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I bet I have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
I'm sick up in this game, I take no motherfuckin' shorts
Of course I'm cappin', leavin' niggaz body parts collapsin'
From the tech 'cause I collect another killin'
When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin'
Bumpin' up old school EP, MB shit, get off my bozac
Sippin' on that Hennessey, me an' my G is to' back
See, we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump
But it'll bring it to you, the murderin' if you want some
Rollin' up in caddies an' dumpin' out tinted windows
Put so much lead up in niggaz, use 'em for pencils
See can't be flossin' this shit to make yourself look harder
It's like throwin' some bloody meat up in the water
Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day
'Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass
Up in the Dirty Bay
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
[Verse 1]
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin
Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers
Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder
Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is suckas
Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us
Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch
Nigga, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit
Nigga, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin cu-cu-cutthroat game
[Chorus x2]
I'm standin in the path of a hurricane
Livin on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same
Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat
[Verse 2]
Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say?
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay
Fuck what he say or she say
I got ridahs from susanville to niggaz up in chino pressin replay
Gangsta walker, professional shit talker
Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos
Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though
First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker
Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas
My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it
One of the first gangsta rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies suckas
I was 16 wit hustler's dreams
From bein a ballin-ass rapper, Take some cream
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
Fuck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban
Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin
Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and shittin
Ebonic spittin, niggaz dumber than fo spittin
West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic
If it's drama, then we comin 3 deep, that's how we at it
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, but you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout bossalini that gangsta mackish
I'm still gettin fan mail from switzerland spain
And I'm bout to drop some more thug shit in the game
Remember record company rule #4080?
Watch ya back cause motherfuckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin cu-cutthroat game
Yeah, the motherfuckin east bay gangster back in the house
A.k.a. mr. kill yo' ass
187 fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-nut in the motherfuckin house
Big john on that goddamn bass
I'm 22 with a motherfuckin beer belly
Some say I'm a og already
When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas try to gat ya
Better watch out spice-1 is gettin' faster
Quick to let the dick hang
Listen to this bitch sing
Her name is mrs. mossberg I think I'm goin' nuts man
Better back up off me g, I think I'm blackin' out
And every time I do niggas get bucked in their mouth
I keep one in the chamber so I can get you first bitch
My nine is at your dome
I think I wanna burst this
Switchin' personalities to another nigga
Spice-1 is the clip ray(? ) gangsta is the trigger
Soon to meet ya jah steppin' to me posse
The 187 is heartless like the ? ? ?
Mini me say now me the gangsta nigga with the ak
Tryin to sell ya dayton off the gta
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me got to get me hustle every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yayo
Bluh!
Chorus:
The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga
Them niggas can't deal with the clip and the trigga
The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga
Them niggas can't deal with the mothafuckin clip
(repeat chorus)
Shoot the heart out the back of a nigga that wanna squab with me
187 mothafucka steady mobbin' g
Kickin' the gangsta
Rollin' down the block smokin' indo
Cluckers owe me money what the fuck should I grin for?
187 proof
187 pure
187 up on that ass if you touch the door
Of my f-fly blue drop 'stang
Rollin' with the top down chitty-chitty gang bang
Coke slinger, make the gat sing a
Song for the niggas who wanna fuck me in the game up
Who the fuck is on a gaffle?
Leave your body half-full
When the hair-pin trigger pull
5-0 try to creep so I ran a
Check on my motherfuckin 8-channel scanner
Packin' 3 gats nigga with the weed hat
Never gettin feedback slinging yay, speed, crack
And anything on the black market
Jackin' niggas for their d-dana danes so you better park it
The mothafuckin gangsta nigga
Spice is the clip ray(? ) gangsta is the trigger
Chorus (except slight variation)
So to meet ya jah steppin' to me posse
The 187 is heartless like the ? ? ?
Mini me say now me the gangsta nigga with the ak
Tryin to sell ya dayton off the gta
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me got to get me hustle every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothafucker slingin' yayo
Ya can't tell me shit about the mothafuckin clip
Ya can't say shit about the mothafuckin trigga
Them niggas can't fuck with me mothafuckin clip
Bluh!
Them niggas can't fuck with me mothafuckin trigga
Yeah fool
9-trey straight gangsta shit
Niggas get gatted up
Can't fuck with the 187 fac nigga we in your ass
Nigga with a gangsta lean
Yeah
Comin' out the mothafuckin bay area
Straight motherfuckin gangsta shit
Check it out
All y'all real-ass niggas just ride
[VERSE 1]
Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A muthafucka better freeze
When he see me cockin these
Two glocks, bust off a few shots
Catch a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin some drugs
A nigga either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
Niggas be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased
I seen the bitch in his face
When I was pullin on the trigger
One less nigga
Enemies stallin, I be killin em all
Cause I got the brains and balls
And I don't beckon for no bitches or no niggas at all
It's r.i.p. on the wall
I be the last nigga standin tall
[CHORUS]
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam
[VERSE 2]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, nigga, we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game, muthafuckas run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthafuckas
With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the niggas that feed
When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10
Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on niggas with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthafuckin ass up
Mob shit, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin out 'fuck it'!
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
My niggas go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the killas, real niggas pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
Puttin niggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone
And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some muthafuckas rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
These niggas be talkin, but they be so phoney
(chorus: joya)
Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no 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)
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
Slangin yayo by the dub, me and e-bay in the mix
Only sixteen, slangin rocks on the slumber,
Two 'o' clock in the mornin we watchin under,
See the coppers kept their creep on
But we was ready, didn't slip or slide or sleep on
The game was deadly, you could be here today and gone tomorrow
Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failed us as a people
Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our hearts and minds
That's why so many of my homies dyin
Crack flooded communities will reflect the grim harsh look
And the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips
Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites
Got me thinkin about my crazed life
What would I be, when I think that it's a shame
Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and ain't no love in this game
(chorus: joya)
Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no 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)
I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner
See, my homie's get stole on fool, by the coppers
See the, herion addicts and fiends walkin the city streets
Not even wantin to care about what their children eat
But see it's dog eat dog, be a hog
Young player maintain to keep ya brain like ya aim fool
Gotta do what ya gotta do, roll with a crew if you got to
But keep your game true, cause see them haters out there bad
Talkin about they wanna jack a young player for all his cash
Better watch your back in '95 on the real
Them youngsters out there drugged out there high packing steel
And can't nobody tell them nuthin about their life
Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe
When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie
There ain't no love in this game
(chorus: joya)
Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no 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)
My homie mama almost died and had a stroke
When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke
We all shed in tears cause they did him cold
I know if he was here, we would all be smokin like a broke stove
Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the yak
But all the chronic in the world can't bring my homie back
I'm missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor
Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin on the po-po
And that's a cryin shame, damn, there ain't no love in this game (*echoes*)
(chrous w/ variations: joya)
Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love
I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game
No, no, it ain't no happy phase
You know that's right to say the place
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy thing
You know there's pointin it to blame
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy phase
You know that's right seed ain't the blame
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy phase
You know that seed no ain't the blame
I once knew a nigga named Endo Weed
Used to hang out with killers Slang Ice and Speed
Speed had a little bitch named Mary Jane
Who had a brother named Coke and he carried a cane
Coke and Endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told Endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best friends don't gank
You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' wit Dank
Dank was real just a hardcore nigga
Shot his bitch up 'cause she drank all the liquor
Seen him at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a jeep
He shot up heroin and P.C.P
Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D
These niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
Two midget ass gangsters both strapped both nuttey
One had the nine and the other had the 4-5
When they did a hit it took 'em both to drive
Didn't use nuttin' fast like a vette or a jag
Did a drive-by in the mutha fuckin' drop top zig-zag
Coke and his sister Mary Jane
On Marijuana Block drinkin' 40's to the brain
And wadn't trippin' off the gunshots
'Cause on Marijuana Block no one calls the cops
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got you keyed for sure
'Cause it's 187 pure, check it out
Endo, Endo
Endo smoked 'em all
Sesame street, where Coke pimped ho's with a glass pipe
And got paid green at midnight
Wadn't no more Hennessey
So the cops had ta roll up sess for me
Officer Taylor with the high beams
Talkin' that gang shit strapped wit a dope screen
Ran up on Coke and Jane
Fucked up Coke and beat him down with his own cane
Said you better quit fuckin' with Dank
'Cause if you don't I'll turn your ass to crank
And smashed off on a speedball
'Cause he just got the Doobie brothers drive-by call
Dank hit the corner something caught his eye
That sexy ass black bitch chocolate tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no stunts
Told the bitch he was fuckin', the nigga was quite blunt
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got ya keyed for sure
'Cause it was 187 pure, check it out
Th-th-this is your brain on
Endo
Th-th-this is your brain on
(God damn)
Th-th-this is your brain on
(This that real shit, damn)
Th-th-this is your brain on
(God damn boy)
Th-th-this is your brain, brain brain on
(Where the fuck you get this from 73rd, shit?)
Th-th-this is your brain
Th-th-this is your brain
Th-th-this is your brain on
[ ant banks ]
Urrghhhh urrghhh... aw shit what's this new 900 number shit
Let me call that shit and see what the fuck this is all about
1-900-s-p-i-c-e
This better not be no bullshit either
What the fuck is this ?
Who the fuck is this ?
[ spice 1 ]
Hello you reached the motherfuckin s-p-i-c-e
Meet with this nigga from 187 faculty
I'm fuckin it up cause i'm a nigga from the old school
Straight out the roots like some motherfuckin soul food
Niggas and bitches hear my rhyme and they be gettin loose
Because 187 proof will get the hoes juiced
Excuse expression but I'm simply just a crazy nigga
Who can't help kickin the funky shit to make my pockets bigger
And try to school s-p-i-c-eget a late pass
Because the fac is pumpin your ass up like a gauge blast
A-n-t-b-a-n-k-s is kickin funky jams
Knockin your niggas out the box like a batterram
I got the faculty in back of me don't mess with me
Cause murderism is my motherfuckin specialty
Comin with the gangsta shit I kick it all the time bitch
Talkin bout killin motherfuckers dumpin 'em in a ditch
Cause if it's funky yo it's funky nigga deal wit it
Punk ass niggas be comin fake I'm comin real wit it
I'm sick as fuck so don't step to me and play me close
I'll have you hung from a motherfuckin phone post
Spice 1 is kickin that funky gangsta shit thats hardly pure
I won't be needin a doctor
187's the cure
Because I'm quick to pick the phone up and say : fuck em all
[Spice 1]
If foes try to jack I'ma blast three
Run the fourth nigga over with the caddy
Had he not known about the Mac Daddy
Slug happy that's born to die
Ask why
You niggas be out there thinkin you can't ever be touched on
Close your eyes and click your Filas and I'm gon' send you home
On a one-way mission to CP Bannon
My cannon is made for killin
Nigga caught up in this mob shit and this drug dealin
I'm tellin my momma don't want to be no statistic
But realistically I've got my enemies scared shitless
All of my homies is killas
Surrounded daily by the real niggas
with finger-trigs you dig? We big
Nigga duck if you want to live
Cause it ain't no name on them bullets
murderers be dishin
you wishin you never got caught up in my gunplay
you shoulda listened
Now it's too late ain't no turnin back
Nigga you done started this
I told you once before my trigger gots no heart at this
Now shall I proceed to blow your head up off your spinal cord
Cause niggas that fuck around with my click is gonna come up short
[Chorus]
Them come up short in the ghetto them die where them lay
This is how we live and die up in the Bay
[Spice 1]
Remember the real niggas down for the killin
and ain't no remorse for you suckas
Ruckus is caused when the chrome is exposed
to you niggas, leaving your body froze
Your flesh is freezin you wheezin
paramedics can't stop the bleedin
You seein your life before your eyes
You hate you leavin
Shoulda thought before you pulled the trigger
Thats the bitch in you
Recognize realize that all our trigger fingers itchy too
See we on some old mob shit
Everybody guilty of somethin
That's why when one dumpin, we all pumpin
Tryin to kill us somethin
Vacate the facilities when we bailin up in yo' shit
Cause the pistol grips
make bigger holes then them fuckin hollow tips
You fuckin with a soldier
Ain't nobody told ya
You funkin with niggas that's known for killin niggas
over and over this is my gunplay
Cops ain't nothin but the Klan undercover
May twenty-second two-thousand-and-five was the day
Promise to you babygirl, my feelings stayin this way
Never wanna hurt you, never will I leave you alone
Everytime I'm by your side is when I'm really at home
Always and forever, that's the pinky promise we made
You're the reason why I'm smiling every start of the day
And I hope you know I mean it everytime that I say
I love you always and forever, it'll always be the same
Through all the joy and pain, I wanna be there for you
Crying everytime you cry and sharin' laughter with you
When I look up to your eyes, I know when love is really true
Ain't nothing I won't do if I can see my baby smile
Remember, you can call me anytime you're feeling down
No girl could take your place and love me like the way you do
So ima hold on tight because I need you by my side
It's me and you forever, babe, I need you in my life
We were created to find each other
Our fate written down for us to love forever
Our hands locking tight as I look into the eyes
Of that one special person who would complete my life
You were the one I chose out of all the rest
The one who I would cherish and I'll put in all my best
Just to stay in your arms as you hold me tight
Cuhz baby, being with you just feels so right
Every single second that I live, I'm thinkin' of you
How we met was destiny, our love is honest and true
Tell me what am I supposed to do if I ain't got you here
I wanna be the one that's by your side through the years
Wanna be the one who's gonna fight away all your tears
Replacin' it with happiness and take away all your fears
One day we're gonna look at our pictures and reminise
Crazy all the things you do to me with just a little kiss
I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that I need
You're the only girl that ever got me feelin' so free
And I love you, with all my heart and soul till I die
I truly need you, baby you're the light in my life
And I know it that one day for sure you're gonna be my wife
Just hold on tight because I'm always gonna treat you right
My baby and my closest friend, I love you baby girl
Until the day I die, I'll try to give you the world
We were created to find each other
Our fate written down for us to love forever
Our hands locking tight as I look into the eyes
Of that one special person who would complete my life
You were the one I chose out of all the rest
The one who I would cherish and I'll put in all my best
Just to stay in your arms as you hold me tight
Cuhz baby, being with you just feels so right
If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right
Can't imagine what this life would be without you by my side
The day we met, I can't explain the way that I felt
Feeling all of these emotions that I can't even help
If I didn't meet you, there would be no smile on my face
You doin' everything to me to make my heartbeat to race
Every little thing we do is just so special to me
We are meant to be, that's something that I truly agree
And I know it's fate and destiny, I see it in your eyes
Everytime you smile, I can't explain the feeling inside
Always gonna treat you good, exactly like the first day
Welcome to the ghetto
(Verse 1)
Livin day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things: same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets of California
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been life this fo years
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears
She couldn'ta been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin each other's lives
And goin to REST IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein dope fiends livin off can goods
15 niggaz on the corner
And niggaz die young in California
5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on "America's Most Wanted"
But I don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)?
(chorus) 4x
Welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)
(Verse 2)
From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the news: a young black death
Was it drug related, take a guess
I flash when I look in the mirror black
Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter Gat
I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody backstabbin
But I ain't the one to talk I'm into gafflin
Death gives a shit about your color
But yet I see mo dead young brothas
I'm goin crazy out here
Seein 24 brothas die by the end of the year
And I still gotta deal with the 5-0
And I stopped sellin dope in 9-0
But if I came to it
I probably still do it
Put a Nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that I never see the day
That I get 20 years for a cake
B-K-A as a key
So open up the door for the mo money
But I ain't gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the C to the U to the L-T-Y
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-C-E make niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(Welcome hard up with it to my life)
(chorus) 4x
