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.
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.
[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?.
(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.
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.
(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..
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.
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.
[Incomprehensible], killerfornia, biatch. Hustlers, players, gangstas, ballers, pimps, players. All of those shit, I see all that shit. You know, killerfornia, blow, blow.
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.
Spice here's go them niggas yo. Hit that shit hit that shit.. We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.. . Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up.
Worldwide, Immortalized, Immortalized, Worldwide. Worldwide, Immortalized, Worldwide, Worldwide, Immortalized. Worldwide, Immortalized, smokin' endo with my killers.
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.
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.
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.
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz. Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.. You know what I'm saying?. Bringing it to all you bitch ass niggaz so raise up.
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie. Fetty Chico, Shiznilty. I just want to say I got love for all you haters out there. Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players.
Damn!. Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man. Sitting on this old block. All the violence and drugs you know. But I lived through it. Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them.
[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.