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spice 1 - runnin' out da crackhouse lyrics

verse 1:

my old school homey took a fall
his blood hit the m-th- f-ckin wall
ran to the trunk and got the ak cause the funk was on
it felt like christmas day
i got a present and it come with a banana clip
santa claus m-th- f-cka meet the hollow tip
but let me get to the trunk so they f-cked up
now i抦慴out to explode, n-gg-s suckin chrome up
kick down the door and started spraying
my n-gg- on the ground eyes wide open dead layin
busted a n-gg- in the back rat-a-tat-tat
his blood hit the floor first, i heard his back crack
sounds of a m-th- f-ckin murder the ghetto got me insane
to my d-mn brain
never leavin the house without my glock nine
you can抰 stop crime, so i抦a c-ck mine
the other n-gg- had a baby mack, and he was off the crack
he shot and missed and i shot back
but we both hit the floor, what the f-ck for
i caught a bullet up in my chest and i didn抰 know
but the bulletproof vest was on g
so i kept buckin at his -ss like a donkey
and when i tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth
as i was…

chorus:

runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
(repeat 3x, 4th = runnin out da m-th- f-ckin crackhouse)

verse 2:

cop had his finger on the m-th- f-ckin trigga
screamin some sh-t about a barbecued n-gg-
i had a pocket full of 慶ane and a bl–dy gat
i went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
he was my potna lackin (?)
but i don抰 think he抣l be alive for too much long
i dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face
cuz now i抦 stuck with the dope and f-ckin murder case
they threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut
and if i try to get away a mother f-cka stuck
excuse me officer but you can suck a n-gg- d-ck
he looked me in the eye and told his potna get the b-tch
slobberin at the mouth, m-th- f-ckin k-9
put it in my face told me not to waste time
what抯 my name? spice m-th- f-ckin ace
yelled f-ck the pig, spit a loogey in his face
he let that godd-mn k-9 go
me and that b-tch had it out on the floor
it went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my m-th- f-ckin
neck and chest
he took me down to the county, i抦 seein? pictures of my n-gg-s on the
wall for the bounty
i walked in with blood on my pants and n-gg-s lookin at me like a black
charles manson
and i still had dope in my mouth cuz i抦 fresh out da crackhouse, out
da crackhouse

- spice 1 lyrics

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