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spice 1 - kill street blues lyrics

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cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

sit your 5 dollar -ss down
n-gg- ‘fore a chief baller make change
cookin’ up yae, yo at 3 in the mornin’
choppin’ up game sackin’ up caine

fetty was layin’ all over the floor
i guess you cold say that i was slippin’
as the door kick in
i stick in my clip and begin the dippin’

up on these so called popo
but i know it can’t be nuthin’ but some n-gg-s
runnin’ up in ski masks
so i continue to curse and blast that -sses out

tryin’ to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes
just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom
uzi’s and mack thangs start lettin’ off
n-gg-s catchin’ slugs to the face

baking soda some n-gg-s brains cocaine all over the place
took a dive behind the coach
heard a n-gg- say, “we gonn’ kill you”
my 2 twin gats start talkin’ to me said, “f-ck them n-gg-s i feel you”

so i bail up outta the cut, tryin’ ta take lives with no remorse
lookin’ like a scene with laurence fishborne in “the king of new york”
now it’s 3 o’clock in the mornin’ and i still don’t snooze
‘cuz all my life n-gg-s be given me all these kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

1 n-gg- died high
face down in uncut yae
i stuck my finger up in the hole in his body
told him have a nice day

my homie said, “the real feds is comin'”, said he was h-t
i pull the bl–dy corpse off his body, he told me get the sh-t
ran to the kitchen, hopin’ over the deceased
gotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the police

put the fetty up in my hand, gotta be quick, gotta be nimble
look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the window
now it’s time for me and my homie to mob the f-ck on out
as we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house

can’t say nuthin’ about them other n-gg-s them haters is out there dead
couple a slugs up in they head, with a house full of feds
and ain’t no time to be stickin’ around
i’m hearin’ them ambulances and h-m-cides

i’m ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this “g” ride
i’m thinkin’ my homie heart stopped n-gg- dyin’ on me
partner dropped down to the ground
that’s when them popo started firin’ on me

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

threw the caine down got to mobbin’ off
as the popo yelled out freeze
lost a down -ss homie and the yae, yo man
but f-ck it i’ma keep the cheese

my partners eyes wide open
n-gg- layin’ there one breath too short
but each time ya n-gg- spice 1 hit the corner
in a big white cloud of smoke

federalles on my b-mper baby
fittin’ ta show ’em i ain’t no punk
use the right hand to do the drivin’ thang
and the left hand ready to dump

led ’em on a high speed chase
for about 30 minutes or a little bit more
got a triple thang murder up under my belt
’bout 60 thousand ta doe, doe

oh, no
heard a slg hit my back tire
then i spun around
runnin’ into the side while tearin’ all sh-t down

b-tches was screamin’ n-gg-s was cussin’
po po bustin’ at me, punk -ss n-gg-
run into the liquor store
knowin’ they’ll never catch me

but soon as i’m thinkin’ of makin’ my getaway
ain’t this a b-tch some fedy with a 12 gauge
put the barrel fight up to my sh-t, “stay right there n-gg-”
pull out the money and all of a sudden i hit the floor
looked up and see the barrel of sgt kick-ss’ 4, 4

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin’ popo at my door)
this is kill street blues

cookin’ up yae in the pure form of a rock
this is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(i’m wonderin’ if really popo with y’all)
this is kill street blues

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