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.

News Flash

Nigga Gots No Heart

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.

Money Or Murder

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.

Murder Ain't Crazy

[Chorus: x4]. Groupie ass. Bitch type of niggas can't fade me. They're callin' me a lunatic. But murder ain't crazy. . Yeah, yeah, ha ha ha. Whats up nigga?.

Mobbin'

(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.

Money Gone

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.

Mind Of A Sick Nigga

(They're all gonna laugh at you). (They're all gonna laugh at you). (Ha ha ha ha ha ha). (They're all gonna laugh at you). . Enter the mind of a sick nigga..

Mo' Mail

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.

Kill Street Blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock. This is how we clock, stroll up on my block. Three in the morning po-po at my door. I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door.

Killerfornia

[Incomprehensible], killerfornia, biatch. Hustlers, players, gangstas, ballers, pimps, players. All of those shit, I see all that shit. You know, killerfornia, blow, blow.