Intro: (*some dred woman*)
Dere`s no time for dem future
Come short wit me 9 milimeter
Body beater, doesn`t pick up
Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh
*repeat*
Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40
Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don`t
think I`m bad, no boxin and no karate
Just a down ass nigga that you think you know
But you don`t know is that I like to see you die real slow
So pull that motherfucker out and you`ll be buried somewhere
S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas` worst nightmare
I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past
and I`m tellin you if you fuck with me it`s a slug for your ass
Ain`t no more pilin up your faeces
cos niggas be actin like bitches
Pull a strap and don`t use it, nigga that ain`t smart
I know some niggas that`ll take that kind of shit to heart
like me, bring it back e`rybody die
Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July
Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
even though I`d rather do the shit by myself
Chorus:
Why you wanna funk when you ain`t gotta chance
Don`t make me have to make that call, aah-aah
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out`cha pants
when you know you ain`t gon` shoot at all, no no
Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T
Things are kinda cruel on the streets
Shit, ain`t nobody really tried to fake me
But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me
Why is that? I had no son enemies
I got rid of every last motherfucker
for the simple fact I can`t trust a
Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit
You come my way so ya have to die bitch
I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead
beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
Chances get narrow when I`m maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
Enemy provider, fool I`m a ridah wit a driver
Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva
Neither you or crew that you pumpin
wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin
Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9
Paper chasin, I`m heavy on the mine
Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty
Hoes by the dozens they really can`t stand me
Swing my way you get your dome sprayed
???? ???? fucked around and became my best friend
Every now and then I yell Get the urge to floggy!
like every now and then I yell Call my daddy `Boss`!
Chorus
Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1
Eminate `money over hoes`, mistood a man named *?Xena spokes and vogues?*
Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose
Graveyard don`t track, nigga might as well
Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
Late night, greedy gut, major clientel
Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will
Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
When I fill your ass to the rim like brim
I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them
How could you play me like a bitch, I ain`t no sucker
I put slugs in nigga`s arms, chests, legs motherfucker
Chorus
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out`cha pants
when you know that you ain`t gon` shoot
*repeat*
