Thug Poetry

Yeah, nigga. Game from the mind of some real motherfuckin' thugs (thugs). Fetty Chico up in this biatch (biatch). Blow! (blow!). . You wouldn't believe all the shit I see.

Tell Me What That Mail Like

Yeah, what's up fool. 9-4, Spice 1. Kickin' that G shit. Tell me what that mail like nigga. Want to make money. This one or get smoked. . Push it in push it out.

Tha Thug In Me

Yeah, I heard niggas 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.

The Boss Mobster

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.

Survival

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.

Tales Of The Niggas Who Got Crept On

(*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.

Sucka Ass Niggas

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.

Suckas Do What They Can

[ 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.

Street Skit

Spiceberg Slim [intro]

(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.

Strap On The Side

Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me. Don't fuck with the East Bay G!. . Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me. Don't fuck with the East Bay G!.

Snich Killas

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..

Runnin?out Da Crackhouse

My old school homie took a fall. His blood hit the mothafuckin' wall. Ran to the trunk and got the AK 'cause the funk was on. It felt like Christmas Day.

Smoke Em Like A Blunt

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.

Ride Wit Me

[Chorus: x2]. 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?. You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me.

Rip

Yeah, whats up?. R-I-P, 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.

Playa Man

[Chorus]. 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.

Recognize Game

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)..

Peace To My Nine

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.

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