something other than yourself No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your comrades in arms I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun El-Pee vs. The Spice
really good idea, i write it down at my diary before it puts off in my head. And you know what've come to me? The other day, that all the really knock
Verse 1: My old school homey took a fall His blood hit the mutha fuckin wall Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on It felt like Christmas
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 [Outro: Spice 1] Capping your ass for the 94,
re groovin' it won't stop So baby don't forget You just started being bad Call me naughty, call me spice I'm your sugar, I'm your spice Forget the life
nine releases Torches porched and piss out the pieces Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried
Yeah Spice muthafuckin one Coolin in cali Kickin that gangsta shit You get with it? [ verse 1 ] Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
(kokane) Ah yeah... (spice 1) Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies
Back in your muthafuckin face Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy Triple gold d's and shit Spice muthafuckin one
carea 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7 Capping your ass for the
nigga makaveli Rest in playa pieces Niggas die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle Seeing niggas get smothered With my foot in the grave and the other
homie and the yae, yo man But fuck it I'ma keep the cheese My partners eyes wide open Nigga layin' there one breath too short But each time ya nigga Spice 1
(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
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
six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches! Verse 1
black again from the face down in the river huh, huh Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah (spice 1) I got your mama up in
Yeah, what's up fool 9-4, Spice 1, kickin' that G shit Tell me what that mail like, nigga? Wanna make money, this one or get smoked Push it in, push
I'ma take this AK Stick a Glock in your lingerie And we gon handle this shit like G's , bitch You can distract 'em with your cleavage Kick on back with Spice 1