(Chorus: Spice 1)
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
(Spice 1)
Spiggity One whippin` up on that ass look what I got that`s quick to blast
Blowin` `em up on they back as I sm-a-smash
Runnin` up and down the block with a fo`-five pistol up in my lap
And niggas be comin` up short when I cap
and I leave they ass in a zipped up sack, player
So don`t be steppin` to these g`s
The Faculty got me bizzack we strim that with Uzi`s
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Leave your ass in a motherfuckin` coma fool
Peelin` a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas
Niggas put your motherfuckin` fingers on a triggers
G-Nut, (whattup fool?) since your ready to blast (haha)
Pull out my your shit and put a cap in they ass nigga
(G-Nut)
Well it`s the G-the-N-U-T, all you haters envy me
So check it, cause I`ma `bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo`
Roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin` up the par
Now when I cock the hammer bro I`m shootin` for the stars
And I don`t give a fuck who you be G
Cause whoever you are, it ain`t no way in the world you can be me
I`m comin` from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze
Up or on the other that I wonder if the bowl knows that I ducks this
cause I loves this, one eight seven roughness
Yeah it`s the Nut bitch the nappy that you stuck with
So Din Fin is you ready to blast? (Whattup my nigga?)
Slip in the clip and put a slug in that ass
(Din Fin)
If I don`t grab that shit and poppin` who gon` pop first?
The nigga that`ll make your face burst
or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of my hearse (comin` with dirt)
Cause I`m all alone and my clip ain`t killin` the niggas that jump
I pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin` him in a truck
No pistol blister fuckin` that nigga since I dump him a realer ditch
Pullin` all my glock clockin` and unload clippin` when that nigga twitch
Better wear a vest I`m aimin` at head and puttin` your ass to rest
Pump test or Mack with a bigger gat that`ll penetrate your vest
Their naffy government causin` trouble when I`m bubblin`
Smokin` bomb and kickin` it with my niggas on thai but who be bubblin`
So Frank J if you ready to blast (you know the rules)
Load up your gat and bust a cap in that ass
(Frank J)
Frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo` fuckin` him up
recruit when I rap like that with a funky rhyme flow
And if you can`t feel me then just kill me for this weak shit
Oh no, never that, ohh I finna freak this
So peep this corner risin` game I finna spit
And if you still can`t feel me then I might have to spit a zip
Cause niggas like me be breakin` a bitch
Rippin` and strivin` a person could of been much more worse
per man with the man even the man they live in a hearse
cause I would`ve murdered first
Livin` a fast life stickin` up tricks, kickin` at nigga`s dolls
all those who oppose to the Fac they will be disposed
Openin` up your motherfuckin` chest with one of these hollow tips
It`ll be whistlin` Dixy to your ass when this hollow hit
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
(187 Fac)
Here comes a nigga like the coolest out to get respect and snappin` necks
Creepin` with the Tech a nigga known to leave a bloody mess
The sickest motherfucker with the loadest clip
and ready to empty the clip into the hip of the nigga talkin` shit
I gots to creep low and stay low and let these motherfuckers know
When the Tech`s ??? a nigga hates to see the murder show
The figgity Fac is in the fuckin` house and that`s the fuckin` truth
Now tell me how it feels to be that one eighty seven fuckin` proof
Sittin` on the roof with my Tech-Nine bustin` for my help
With so many shots in your ass I`ll make the fuckin` clip melt
(???? (who?) since you ready to blast nigga
Get on the mic and put a cap in that ass) --> Spice 1
(187 Fac)
I`m raisin` niggas up off they feet, six deep drivin` taxi
Never known for pushin` crack and re-askin` causin` headaches in your family
Baggin` up my rocks makin` money, niggas can`t fade the 187 Faculty
we be pumpin` thug niggas extra clip, bill is fill to his capacity
Makin` stacks of g`s ain`t no turnin` back
Sippin` on some new Con Jack I watch my old gat
into beat you to retaliate you fucked
Suckin` up ??? from inside your fuckin` casket is your next lunch
So hear the church bells jingle, I`m comin` out the gut strapped
raunchy black like the season ????????
With the blower burnin` gun smoke my self defence
And greedy grease and bloody feet will left the evidence
It`s pitiful, I`m smokin` on some wonderful shit
gonna have you rollin` with your strap bustin` caps in your vehicle
??? act, representin` the haystack
Quick to fill my pockets with your cash and bust a cap in that ass nigga
(Spice 1)
Hahahahaha, beeatch! You`re just a thing of the past
Too many motherfuckin` caps in that ass nigga
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac
Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin` up on that ass it`s the 187 Fac nigga
