(chorus): 4x
Groupie a**
b**h type of n***as can't fade me
They're callin' me a lunatic
But murder ain't crazy
(spice 1 - overlapping chorus)
Yeah, yeah, hahahha
Wa**up n***a?
Don't look at me like y'all know who i am
Amerikkka's nightmare
Spice muthaf**in' 1
n***a, young, black
You know i won't give a f**
(verse 1):
Old school drop caddy five, six n***as
Rollin' up in my rearview
With they fingers up on them triggers
Come let's take a trip
And hop into some gangsta sh** with me
13 caps for them n***as who wanna get with me
Get at me n***as empty enough clips at me
Wanna put some holes and some muthaf**in rips in me
But i don't give a f** i just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that sh**
When it comes to peelin' their caps n***a
So won't ya get your blast on
And if you miss me with your 13 shots
n***a your a**'s gone
Cause i'm gon hit you on that first shot
And then i ain't gon stop
Until some muthaf**as call the cops
Then i
Cause you was f**in' with this n***a on the wrong day
(chorus): 4x
(verse 2):
See i be raisin' them up off the block
With my ???
Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city
I comes with much cloud
And whenever one n***a could take me out
Rollin' him up like levis cough him and stuff him
Key him like bean pies
And n***as be talkin' that sh**
But yo ain't none of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the next n***a is feelin' buck shots
I thought you n***as knew
I'm finna smoke that n***a boost of my 6 deuce
And when i gat that a** someone'll leave him lyin' there
Cryin' there the muthaf**a's dyin' there
And mr. lawrence better have insurance
Cause i'ma g-a-gat that a** with the touriz
Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy
Punk muthaf**as like you can't fade me
Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger
Ol' groupie a** b**h type of n***a
(chorus): 4x
Groupie a** b**h type of n***as can't fade me
Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380
I creep up on they a** tip-toe with the pump
Split a n***a down the middle like phillie blunt
I keeps my strap by my sides to keep n***as in check
And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs
You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning
Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones
And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk
n***as down a** f** but we don't wanna funk
Cause, ahh, transportation is the sh** we used to do
Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew
W-a-with a ring on my muthaf**in' cellular
As i heard a n***a screamin': 'get the f** out the car!'
n***a let me get my chronic and my endo sacc
As my dj x-tralarge blew that b**h on his back
Runnin' up on some players so i had to figure
He was a groupie a** b**h type of n***a
(chorus with overlap):
Yeah
Wha**up n***a?
Y'all muthaf**as ain't fadin' a real last g
n***a
Peelin' cap for the muthaf**in' strive
n***a you don't wanna f** with this
You don't won't none of this
Step back n***a
Just listen
Watch muthaf**a
Look at some real last n***as rip sh** up
For '94
Punk a** n***a
Yeah
Yeah
Back again with some of that murder sh**
Spiggedy one whippin' up on that a** for '94 and '95 b**h
Hahaha
What y'all n***as know about a real last g
Ha, i kicks gangsta sh** daily
Beyoaaatch!!!
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