You Done 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?.

Young Nigga

Y'all ready to do this shit?. . Bust 'em. . When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger. And make change out a 5-dollar-ass nigga. And as time went on, I gained much love.

Welcome To The Ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto. . 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.

You Can Get The Gat For That

You can get the gat for this. And you can get the gat for that. . [Chorus]. Niggas wonder why S-P-I do or die. I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high.

U Can't Fade Me Skit

Drop a old school beat. . Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha. . Plow!. . Now the taste of Crystal is fillin' up my bladder. What's the time on the rolie? It don't matter.

Wanna Be A G

[Chorus: x2]. So you want to be a playa. So you want to be a G. So you want to be a gangsta (2nd time: player). But you don't want to fuck with me. . Diamonds up on the pinky rolexes up on the wrist.

U Can't Fade Me

Drop a old school beat. . Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha. . Plow!. . Now the taste of Crystal is fillin' up my bladder. What's the time on the rolie? It don't matter.

Too Deep In The Game

Livin' in a world, hard and cold, niggas be dumpin' on they foes. Catchin' cases, high speed chases, forty G's for two ki loads. Give me evr'thing (evr'thing!), 'cause I ain't all what it seems.

Trigga Gots No Heart

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.

Trigga Happy

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 mothafuckin' record I want the.

The Murda Show

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.

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.

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