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spice 1 - i'm the fuckin' murderer lyrics

listen, studio gangsta
studio gangsta, studio gangsta
haven’t you ever heard of a k!lla?

ring-a-ding a ling, i’m called off
in a ‘stang with the motherf-ckin’ sawed off
n-ggas that sleep don’t wake up
cause i put the gauge to your nuts
have ya coughin’ up p-ss and blood
mark -ss n-ggas don’t get no love
the evil -ss n-gga from the f-a-c
bustin’ out the he-rs- with the g-a-t
i went to my n-gga on the oakland block
he p-ssed me the glock, said shoot the cop
sh-t went crazy when i spilt the pig
piggie in a blanket that’s what we did
ran down the alley, hot wired a brougham
flashbacks of a bl–dy cop suckin’ a chrome
i’m lookin’ up at my n-gga and his name is g
g c-cked the glock and looked back at me
i said my name is spice 1 i never hearda ya
my name is spice 1 i never hearda ya
my name is spice 1 i never hearda ya
but a, 187 is a murderer

(chorus)
i’m the f-ckin’ murderer
i’m the f-ckin’ murderer
haven’t you ever heard of a k!lla?

ya see i roll down, i r-roll down t-the block
hand on the h-h-hand on the g-g-glock
sevent-t-teen, sh-sh-shot
seventeen n-ggas, p-p-put a plot
my name is sp-spice wiggedy-w-one
my uzi w-w-weigh a t-t-t-ton
i kicks the r-r-red r-r-rum
i leave your b-b-body n-n-numb
so keep a n-gga c-c, keep a n-gga c-calm
lookin’ for the b-b, lookin’ for the b-bomb
sell me a s-, sell me another o
scannin’ for the p-p-p-p-po
hurry up and break this n-gga for his keys
because his glizock is at my bizzoes before i freeze
the n-gga with the n-n-n-gga with the n-nine
flat motherf-ckin’, flat motherf-ckin’ line

(chorus)

n-ggas d-d-don’t uh-uh-uh-understand
i’m a m-m-mad m-m-man
k!llin’ for the k-k, k!llin’ for the k-ki’s
ki’s k-k-k, ki’s g-g-g’s
dump a n-gga, d-dump a n-gga in a ditch
380 on a n-n-n-gga, -ss on b-b-tch
smobbin’ with the sm-sm-smobbin’ with the mud
livin’ like a l-l-livin’ like a-a thug
gatin’ n-ggas, gat-gatin’ n-ggas to a throne
uzi, singa u-u-uzi sing a song
d-d-death w-w-wish
a cap in yo, a capacapa in your esophagus
when a n-n-n-gga, sw-sw-switch
it’s a h-hollow t-t-tip
there ain’t no safety on this double m
i got 17 shots, one for you and one for all a them
hoes pushin’ up daisy’s n-ggas can’t fade me
i told you i was crazy ho
but no, you wanna f-ck with the gat, ratta tat tat
murder fact and it’s like that
n-gga sh-t

(chorus)

- spice 1 lyrics

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