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spice 1 - lucky i'm rappin' lyrics

(intro: jayo felony & spice 1)
yeah, spice 1, jayo
it’s on there (blaow!)
(yeah what’s really pimpin’?
i mean, i mean, i mean what you mean
sure got a n-gga f-cked up (f-cked up)
just takin’ it gangsta for a reason)

(spice 1)
old school like wrangler, rough and rugged
got my ak in the air, these busters screamin’ i’m fakin’ (blaow!)
w-a-wild -ss n-gga, b-a-born to die
point the infra-red beam right on your eye
it’ll come slack, cause my family is stone – cold k!llers
so vest make sure that it’s on still on n-ggas
with the -ss of the gat, make them back that up
my swat team swung on that -ss like n-gga what (what!?!)
without the motherf-ckin’ gat and get to cappin’
got n-ggas throwin’ they hands up and i ain’t even rappin’
get my weight like champagne, i hit ’em with bang, bang
it’s speezy ace givin’ a f-ck by the d-mn thang
world wide like dot com, you know my name
get sacked on, peepin’ my enemies carry glock form
gotta show ’em i ain’t no fake rap n-gga
it’s spice 1, two to the dome, straight k!ller
n-ggas lucky that i’m rappin’

(chorus: spice 1)
you n-ggas lucky that i’m rappin’
cause if it wasn’t for this rappin’
i’ll be jackin’ – steady smashin’
partner tryin’ to see what’s happenin’
please believe you n-ggas lucky that i’m rappin’

(jayo felony)
spice, they know when not to f-ck with us
these tricks’ll get jacked
takin’ b-tches down while i put my hood up on the mat
i’m from that mad -ss four-seven n-hood seed rippin’
sdc crippin’, test me and see slippin’
set trippin’ on you n-ggas from the giddy up
like you ain’t never seen a crip take your city up, b-tch!!
rich rollin’, when you see me stall
all crips don’t c-walk and that’s g talk
throw up the phone, rap that bring your city through the mud
i’m tossin’ up seeds in a city full of bloods
and it still crip and die and my alais is mad guy
any record label put your money up and just die
i’m sherned out in my boxers, chokes on the corner i don’t rid
like momma look what the world did to god’s kids
came back to my senses, got in the hooptie and slid
and realised d-mn cuz, i’m the motherf-ckin’ sh-t, b-tch!!

(spice 1)
i stay in cali for the cream cheese
but a n-gga got fans and puertorican, white, black and even chinese
your parents sippin’ zaki (zaki)
imagine a jacuza clan bumpin’ spice 1 tryin’ to mock me
flip n-ggas like blunt ashes (ashes)
i carry stashes of ak’s and endo’s hidden up in my attic
though i’m an addict to the automatic
when the philly is in me i pull the trigger then
i c-ck sh-t back and reload
with intentions premeditated with no remorse
no feelin’ no mourn, just flesh torn and burnin’
look into my eyes and see
it’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
you n-ggas stay tricks while i come 3d like the matrix
don’t play tricks f-a-fetty chico from the bay b-tch
independent now, f-ck you pay me
no dough, low show n-gga, f-ck you pay me
you n-ggas lucky that i’m rappin’

(outro: spice 1)
yeah, speezy ace, black bossalini, fetty chico, shiznilty
uh, that’s spice 1 n-gga, spice 1 motherf-cker
they gon’ do it, they gon’ let me do it again?
they gon’ let me do it again?
yeah it’s platinum sh-t b-tch
a-aaaaaaaahh – blaow!!
what, you n-ggas lucky i’m out here rappin’
cause if it weren’t for this rappin’
i’ll be jackin’ you punk motherf-ckers
f-ck you n-ggas, you punk motherf-cker!!!

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