spice 1 – balls ‘n brains lyrics
pullin up a 500 with the twenty-inch d’s
a m-th-f-cka better freeze
when he see me c-ckin these
two glocks, bust off a few shots
catch a m-th-f-ckin case like 2pac
a real n-gg- gotta have b-lls and brains
to maintain in the game
livin in the city with the killers and thugs
and might be dealin some drugs
a n-gg- either show love
or bust slugs in mugs
time tickin on my rolex
n-gg-s be watchin me dippin and trippin if i’m heated
cause i leave they -ss deleted, erased
i seen the b-tch in his face
when i was pullin on the trigger
one less n-gg-
enemies stallin, i be killin em all
cause i got the brains and b-lls
and i don’t beckon for no b-tches or no n-gg-s at all
it’s r.i.p. on the wall
i be the last n-gg- standin tall
real n-gg-s gotta have b-lls and brains
to maintain in the game
suckers dream of schemes
a baller fiend for cream
i weigh my m-th-f-ckin life on a triple beam
don’t let your mouth write a check that your b-lls can’t cash
or put your uzi where you mouth is, n-gg-, we on a mash
ain’t no rules to the game, m-th-f-ckas run up and blast
drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
if it wasn’t for rappin i’d be jackin you m-th-f-ckas
with the fully automatic, we killers, you can’t touch us
tell me how you gon’ deal with the n-gg-s that feed
when they’re comin from the city where the murderers bleed
keep a strap on the side, a a.k., mac-10
watchin all my enemies and all my friends
rollin up on n-gg-s with the tec in a benz
might need checkin my ends, money and power’ll win
and when the enemies see me, i’ma dip in the cut
pull out my uzi and tear his m-th-f-ckin -ss up
mob sh-t, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
screamin out ‘f-ck it’
real n-gg-s gotta have b-lls and brains
to maintain in the game
suckers dream of schemes
a baller fiend for cream
i weigh my m-th-f-ckin life on a triple beam
when i’m dead throw a blunt in my casket if i didn’t die high
my n-gg-s go to war for me in gee rides
skip the killas, real n-gg-s pack uzis up in the pillows
big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
puttin n-gg-s in comas if he ain’t dead from the blast
get to hospital, stick a knife in his -ss
mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
got the morgue on my pager
n-gg-s be talkin ’bout killin me while i’m sleepin in my bed alone
and when i’m headin home they wanna follow me on
until i tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
it’s bullet holes in my hooptie
some m-th-f-ckas rollin round wanna shoot me
it’s all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
these n-gg-s be talkin, but they be so phony
real n-gg-s gotta have b-lls and brains
to maintain in the game
suckers dream of schemes
a baller fiend for cream
i weigh my m-th-f-ckin life on a triple beam
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