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spice 1 - niggas i roll wit lyrics

(chorus: spice 1)
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout me
watch for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pimps, playas, hustlers and g’s
is the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
we all got the same enemies
me and the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pourin’ liqour out on the streets
for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit

(spice 1)
me and my n-gg-s go together like twenty-three’s on paralies
with mobb style tattoos on our shoulders, backs and bellies
all crazy as f-ck and don’t n-body give a sh-t
carry guns, smoke weed, pop ex and fight pits
make ’em fight to the death so we can all get a rush
n-gg-s lettin’ off fo’-fo’s when fired the f-ck up
money, liqour and pieces, bullet wounds, scars and st-tches
my n-gg-s is savage, att-tudes is all vicious
doin’ doughnuts and burnin’ rubber in six hundreds
some allegory vehicles while cops’ll be stayin’ blunted
fight each other some times but still drink out the same bottle
if a n-gg- pull a pistol he gotta use it and that’s the motto
we don’t owe none of you motherf-ckers a godd-mn dime
couldn’t get a one nickel outta me, just a slug and two nines
and i don’t give a f-ck i’m gangster, my nature is savvy
blow your brains out and shoot a happy face in your caddy motherf-cker

(spice 1)
sometimes i just can’t tell my n-gg-s sh-t
cause i know they gon’ get to bustin’
you f-ck me, you f-ck my n-gg-s – crips and bloods and killers
nappy braids, afro’s and saggy pants
pop a motherf-ckin’ collar, just boogie and don’t dance
test my thuggin’, my n-gg-s act up, i can’t control ’em
shake the dice and you can’t stand pain, you better hold ’em
don’t roll ’em, we bound to put slugs up in your scr-t-m
we all unload together and reload ’em
spiceberg and them millimeter the n-gg-s that roll with me
i roll with them, we roll together, till the tank is empty
n-gg-, my dogs, my folks, my people
my blood cousins, my playas, my pimps, my ridaz, my thugs rushin’
motherf-ckers did dirt, we ain’t trippin’ you know the rules
like mechanics my n-gg-s come laced with all the tool
so you ain’t gotta worry ’bout me
watch for the n-gg-s that i came with
and do the d-mn thing in the game with

(spice 1)
uh, picture me crawlin’ in my catalac escalade
ain’t no need for no hatin’, cause we all gettin’ paid
i gotta pocket full of chips, an ounce of weed in the stash
we all high talkin’ sh-t, watch the whole car laugh
but there’s a serious side to all the sh-t that we do
keep us circulin’ killers givin’ my enemies blues
we choose the life that we live in, take the bitter with the sweet
ready to poom, hittin’ the pearl of a hard beat
it’s thug nature, pistols, pimpin’, power and paper
real playas, woodgrain, tv’s and navigators
just a motherf-ckin’ gangsta like all my friends
pull up on you muggin’ with bullet holes in my benz
we been in all kind of sh-t, it’s been a long -ss road
i make demo’s outta n-gg-s, strikin’ fear on my foes
f-ck the world if you can’t thug
a lotta n-gg-s out here as well will do for some slugs motherf-cker

(chorus: spice 1)
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout me
watch for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pimps, playas, hustlers, g’s
is the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
we all got the same enemies
me and the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pourin’ liqour out on the streets
for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout me
watch for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pimps, playas, hustlers, g’s
is the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
we all got the same enemies
me and the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit’
pourin’ liqour out on the streets
for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ wit
…for the n-gg-s i’m rollin’ with

- spice 1 lyrics

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