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spice 1 - sucka ass niggas lyrics

(spice 1)
four years ago i was stuck on the grind
slangin’ crack 50 sacks straight 20’s and dimes
till i came with sh-t that got a m-th-f–ka known
coolin’ on the corner with the cellular phone
took a test to be a m-th-f–kin’ g
and all the n-gg-s came amazed at me
since the age of 16 i been slangin’ the crack
the fiends used to scream for my m-th-f–kin’ sacks
i used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
but now i’m killin’ n-gg-s on the microphone
sp-spice 1 kickin’ sh-t to m-ss
a hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
you see that’s the life that i lead
i put a slug in a n-gg- try to f–k with me
so step back move back n-gg-s try to jack
but ain’t no m-th-f–kin’ love i put you on your back
start some sh-t at the party first n-gg- to glance
i pull out my glock and make him p-ss in his pants
no shorts on a dove i’m tryna come above
they call me spice 1 and ain’t no m-th-f–kin’ love

(chorus):
i said one to the two, two to two three
put a slug in your -ss for you to say g
the s to the p the i the c-e
you sucka -ss n-gg-s can’t f–k with me

(spice 1):
i rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville
and when you look up inside you see a n-gg- that’s real
so if you see me cruisin’ by keep your hands to your side
you might catch a slug if i’m on a hoo-ride
i said i first come i first served basis
n-gg-s catchin’ slugs in a lot of strange places
one of a kind for my people’s delight
and to you sucka -ss n-gg-s you just ain’t right
because you’re snitchin’ on your homies be seat up in the pen
and n-gg-s wanna stick you if they see your -ss again
you’re hangin’ on the ave you’re chillin’ with the crew
but n-gg-s walk away and all the bullets h-ttin’ you

(chorus)

(spice 1):
i said one to the two, two to three
my dj xtra-large and g-n-u-t
we roll up in the place pointin’ straps at your face
tinted windows black he-rs- gold daytons straight lace
let off rounds you fall down to the ground
you sucka -ss n-gg- another dead clown
you’re a 5 dollar boy and i’m a million dollar player
you’s a sucka -ss n-gg- i had to spray ya
you say you pack a nine and a nine is fine
but i’m blowin’ out the back of your head from behind
i’m comin’ from the sickest city around
spittin’ some gangsta sh-t the dirty bay is the town
so g-nut and if you’re bigger or pack the tight figure
shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead n-gg-

{g-nut:}
g-n-u-t in the place to be
pimp straight up out a player’s university
every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge
didn’t have no mail so i said: ‘f–k college!’
i’m brown-skinned comin’ straight out the stack
and the game that i spit’ll put your b-tch on the back
i’m dressed to kill i love to style
i’m the mc you know hoe check my file
the big-lip n-gg- for your regard
500 dollar spread for the credit card
i hit your town then i go back home
break a b-tch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome
deep in the cut for all you b-tches delight
and if a n-gg- playa-hate he gon have to fight
because when i grind i hits the strip
every time i sell out i buy a brand-new zip
it don’t take a lot to entertain’
and like my n-gg- method man i’ma bring the pain
you can’t rock the shop if you high off hop
you gotta let a n-gg- know you’ll never stop
and your game gotta make a lot of sense
you gotta know when to start when the pimpin’ begins

- spice 1 lyrics

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