Spice 1 - Hail of Bullets lyrics

[Spice 1] Boss... (coughing) Chorus [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my n***as go to war for me? Straight Kua-Kua-k**a I keep thinkin' and wonderin' what the game got in store for me (the game got in store for me) A motherf**in' G Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my n***as go to war for me? Straight Kua-Kua-k**a I keep thinkin' and wonderin' what the game got in store for me A motherf**in' G [Spice 1] Wake up in the mornin' cleanin' pistols Put the brush in the barrel I'm a k**er to the bone Murder laced in my metal My eyes closed like Steve Foster I got you in the square Holla two slugs comin' at ya from every-where Got more guts than them Chinese On top of them liquor stores in the riots Some n***as out there wanna spray up and conspire to keep my quiet Dumpin' on site and leavin' they chests smokin' (chests smokin') If the sh** lookin' to syke big faulty, they die with eyes opened How many n***as can I k** on a track n***as say that, catchin' these slugs from the mack (slugs from the mack) n***as die every day In the street to the bay Where intent to the homicide is as pure as the yay If I die in a hail of bullets, would my n***as go to war for me (what you think) I only f** with k**az Real n***as, fastest fingaz With oozies up on the realest Double em up in digits Real live grave diggaz Chorus [Storm of The Outlawz] Playin' plot homicide Somebody come tie the knot Bulls Eye! Now we seein' eye to eye Yes I would ride if I had to die, die for mines Outlaw, copy can't f**in' stop me with that thuggin' bloodline Ain't got no piece of mind Nothin' but finger we runs Enemies, I'm a don, we lost memories, f** em all in time Up against the wall she blind, n***a how you gonna seek ya fine Hit ya moms on the night ride for the next time with a timeline Verse 3 [Napolean of The Outlawz] n***a I'm an Outlaw To the day I'm ? and at the same time And I'm side-smokin' It's my chokin' This n***a died with his eyes opened We made him do it, We thug influenced Pre-occupied with rhymin' Eternal livin' Bring pain to prison Hope they feel it when we all up in em' Turn his inside to his outside Switch em up like Gemini's Show em how the young ride Introduce him to a homicide Make his momma cry cause mom see Tear up his sh** when uncle ben's up in court Let him have intercourse Chorus [Spice 1] I ain't the motherf**a in jails, the next n***a's destination But n***as was all so pullin' it straight for different situations If I was brought to this world to take this n***a out the game Then so be it, 'It's murder!' my oozies goin' sang Mother f**er, my swagger, known for having felonies But wind up then we all dump a n***a We bringin' em hell on these streets Drummery beats ya there n***as be getting caught up in the same old sh** Gettin set up by that same old b**h Turnin' tricks with the a** and the perky lips Ya know the hoe nipples was hua-hua-hollow tips They wanted to k** me two times but the lord was with me Since I can't seem to k** d**h, hope he won't let it get me And if it do, and my enemies pull the trigga I'm tellin my true partnaz right now, avenge me n***as Let them hoes have it, spread they a** with the fullies Leave they a** on the street, mouth open and bloody Chorus (2 times)