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spice 1 - tales of the niggas who got crept on lyrics

(-several coughs-) (-inhales-)

(intro)
yeah, hahahaha, we’s black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
mark from tellin n-gg- jokes (oh sh-t, ain’t about a b-tch), yeah

(spice 1)
i got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should i do with the b-tch?
i think i want to dump her in a ditch, cause i’m the kidnapper
body-sn-tcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough n-gg-
open it up and you’ll be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle fo-fo
i’ll split your flow it’s time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
it ain’t no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your f-ckin face
i knew a n-gg- who always wore black
said he was an o.g. player shot up some n-gg-s with macks
said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
and the n-gg- that watched his back, he said he’ll give me some scriller
so he partied through the city, hittin party’s and clubs
cause these so called o.g. motherf-ckers finally showed up
these b-st-rds opened fire in the middle of the party
blow to the blow and put my mack and aimed the legs and body (oh sh-t, god d-mn)

(chorus)
kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on
(punk -ss motherf-ckers)
(n-gg-, f-ck that n-gg-, straightly smoked)
kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on
kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on

(spice 1)
i hit two n-gg-s up in the ankle and one in the knee
ain’t nothin but the motherf-ckin hog in me
so i’s bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
i told my n-gg- to bring his slow -ss on
cause if he’s stylin, the motherf-ckers the other two won’t be long
they comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians (n-gg-s)
these fools is some killers and i can see they really want this n-gg-
musta f-cked em on some paper or somethin sick
whatever it is these n-gg-s want to bury his d-ck
got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene
looked like some gangsta sh-t you see up on the tv screen
but it ain’t no cut, just actin live, n-gg-s die
drug related killers, switcher on time high
see real killers can be swept on
i’m kickin tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on

(chorus)
(sh-t), kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on
(go n-gg-, police lookin and sh-t n-gg-)
kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on
(f-ck you doing n-gg-, firin up a joint, motherf-ckin…)
kick to the tales of the n-gg-s who got crept on
(f-ck is wrong with you?)

(spice 1)
we chopped it up, my partner had some love
50 g’s to creep on the n-gg-s that tried to kill us up that f-ckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the killin
for that kind of money i’ll have the blood up on the f-ckin ceilin
now the slaughter is about to begin
mini 14’s, six homies and some motherf-ckin mack 10’s
infra-red, silencer, i’ll silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a m-ssacre
everybody, cause can’t no n-gg- diss me
n-gg-s you sent to the club, with some motherf-ckin p-ssy (p-ssy)
i’m feelin, hit the hospital straight do they -ss
i took em down to his bas-m-nt and then i stabbed his -ss
screams jumpin the night, the n-gg- never heard i kill with a routin
even got him for a couple of birds
so then i creep up into the i-c-u, i see you livin too long
n-gg- you crept on, your life gone

(spice 1)
yeah n-gg-, got some sh-t just for you
special motherf-ckin can catch sh-t you on, uncut herion n-gg-
straighten your motherf-ckin bays n-gg-
yeah n-gg-, you like this sh-t huh n-gg-, suffer n-gg-
suffer motherf-cker, yeah, take a good dose of the sh-t, n-gg-
yeah, yeah n-gg- you feelin it huh, can’t breathe, what you can’t breathe
somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
oh, thought you said somethin, hahahaha…

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