Listen, studio gangsta
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Haven`t you ever heard of a killa?
Ring-a-ding a ling, I`m called off
In this thang with the motherfuckin` sawed off
Niggaz that sleep don`t wake up
‘Cause I put the gauge to your nuts
Have ya coughin` up piss and blood
Mark ass niggaz don`t get no love
The evil ass nigga from the F-A-C
Bustin` out the hearse with the G-A-T
I went to my nigga on the Oakland block
He passed me the glock, said shoot the cop
Shit went crazy when I spilt the pig
Piggie in a blanket that`s what we did
Ran down the alley hot wired the Probe
Flashbacks of a bloody cop suckin` a chrome
I`m lookin` up at my nigga and his name is G
G cocked the glock and looked back at me
I said my name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya
My name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya
My name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya
But a, 187 is a murderer
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I`m the fuckin` murderer
I`m the fuckin` murderer
Haven`t you ever heard of a killa?
Ya see I roll down, I r-roll down t-the block
Hand on the h-h-hand on the g-g-glock
Sevent-t-teen, sh-sh-shot
Seventeen niggaz, p-p-put a plot
My name is Sp-spice wiggedy-w-One
My uzi w-w-weigh a t-t-t-ton
I kicks the r-r-red r-r-rum
I leave your b-b-body n-n-numb
So keep a nigga c-c, keep a nigga c-calm
Lookin` for the b-b, lookin` for the b-bomb
Sell me a s-, sell me another O
Scandal for the p-p-p-p-po
Hurry up and break this nigga for his keys
Because his glizock is at my bizzoes before I freeze
The nigga with the n-n-nigga with the n-nine
Flat motherfuckin`, flat motherfuckin` line
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Niggaz d-d-don`t uh-uh-uh-understand
I`m a m-m-mad m-m-man
Killin` for the k-k, killin` for the k-ki`s
Ki`s k-k-k, ki`s g-g-G`s
Dump a nigga, d-dump a nigga in a ditch
380 on a n-n-nigga, ass on b-bitch
Smobbin` with the sm-sm-smobbin` with the mud
Livin` like a l-l-livin` like a-a thug
Gatin` niggaz, gat-gatin` niggaz to a throne
Uzi, singa u-u-uzi sing a song
D-d-death w-w-wish
A cap in yo, a capacapa in your sloppy kiss
When a n-n-nigga, sw-sw-switch
It`s a h-hollow t-t-tip
There ain`t no safety on this double M
I got 17 shots, one for you and one for all a them
Hoes pushin` up daisy`s niggaz can`t fade me
I told you I was crazy ho
Ya know you wanna fuck with the gat, ratta tat tat
Murder fact and it`s like that
Nigga shit
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