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spice 1 - 380 on that ass lyrics

(prodeje)
go on, remember that sh-t you was kickin off
peace to my motherf–kin nine

(spice-1)
yeah i remember that old sh-t

(prodeje)
so are you gonna kick some of that sh-t on your new alb-m or what?

(spice-1)
yeah, i’m gonna kick some of that sh-t
but ah, partner i don’t even f–k with the nine no more half

(prodeje)
man don’t you know the nina is the sh-t?

(spice-1)
motherf–ker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer
p-e-a-c-e to my motherf–kin nine servin ya
cause i don’t give a f–k who you are
want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, n-gg-
i’m makin the murda sh-t to kick you in your -ss a bit
380 puckin up on that -ss come and test me b-tch
you don’t know who the f–k you’re steppin to my n-gg- row
i’ll bust a cap and leave that -ss dead by the do’
my chrome is shining like new money and it’s kinda funny
i keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ) sunny
five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
thinkin 187 proof n-gg- come take a sip
i’m sick, as f–k i’ll do a drive-by in a black he-rs-
and leave yo in the street for homicide i think 380 burst
187 on an undercover p-i-g
they better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad
i’m thin as see i’m suicidal i don’t give a f–k
so if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
i rush a n-gg- bust a bigger hole in his -ss
cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when i blast
the bullet f–ked ya when i bucked ya it was instant death
187, 000 g motherf–ker rest
the n-gg- tried to flip and unload the clip, i did the gangsta sh-t

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that -ss b-tch
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-gg-s look crazy
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-n-gg-s look crazy

(spice-1)
me hit the block with my 3-ad
them n-gg-s ballin lookin kinda shady
they owe me money and they better pay me
my sh-t will f–k up ya posse with the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a n-gg- back
so listen closely to the echo of the clap
hit the motherf–kin blocks and my n-gg-s
my motherf–kin n-gg-s with they fingers on the triggers
so now i gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
and buck with that 380 until a motherf–ker drop
it’s in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
i used to kill a motherf–ker for his blunted grip
i let my cousin use the sh-t to jack the dana-danes
a g-t-a with jackin n-gg- left the bloodstain
on the seat of the car he thought i was a star

said i was a studio gangsta so i shot his jaw

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that -ss b-tch
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-gg-s look crazy
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-n-gg-s look crazy
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-gg-s look crazy
b-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
n-n-gg-s look crazy

(prodeje)
so why you quit f–kin with the nine?

(spice-1)
i got love for nina g but she won’t fit in my motherf–kin top

(havikk)
don’t you know that n-gg- prod and hav f–k with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)
i blow a n-gg-s -ss to h-ll that’s why i bust so deep
i pack a f–kin 3-8-0 up in my motherf–kin sleep
i’ll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherf–kers in a blood pool
so chase your skill better yet n-gg- run and hide
i do a n-gg- on the slide when i hoop ride
so n-gg- smilin eat the sh-lls from the a-t-v
or many yet build the caps down with the faculty

(havikk)
i’m ready to kill a n-gg-, quick i’m ready to kill a n-gg-
187 ways to heaven when i drill a n-gg-
then kill a daisy motherf–kers with the pistol grippin
they -ss is trippin because the nina gave that -ss a whippin
the back-street way yard six feet digger
loced out with the nine makin that -ss shiver
the murders watch quickly smoked up
buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom n-gg-s over

(prodeje)
i’ll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf–ker till it bursts
and tie your corpse to the b-mper of my homies he-rs-
i pack a nine but yo i’m down to pack a 3-8-0
and pump some motherf–kin slugs up in yo’ -n-s hole
so punk? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
and leave your brains pole sating in your f–kin lap

(havikk)
the cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
the giddily f–kin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin n-gg- quicker
380’s on that -sshole n-gg-

(chorus: spice-1)
b-blast at 380
n-gg-s look crazy (everybody duck)
b-blast at 380
n-n-gg-s look crazy (everybody duck)
b-blast at 380
n-n-gg-s look crazy (everybody duck)
b-blast at 380
n-n-gg-s look crazy (everybody duck)

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