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spice 1 - why you wanna funk lyrics

(feat. e-40 & the click)

intro: (-some dred woman-)

dere’s no time for dem future
come short wit me 9 milimeter
body beater, doesn’t pick up
fully automatic collar point beater, uhh
-repeat-

verse 1: spice 1, e-40

another whole f-ckin clip and break down a n-gg- body, don’t
think i’m bad, no boxin and no karate
just a down -ss n-gg- that you think you know
but you don’t know is that i like to see you die real slow
so pull that motherf-cker out and you’ll be buried somewhere
s-p-i-c-e-1 of n-gg-s’ worst nightmare
i set the game from the killers i knew back in the past
and i’m tellin you if you f-ck with me it’s a slug for your -ss

ain’t no more pilin up your faeces
cos n-gg-s be actin like b-tches
pull a strap and don’t use it, n-gg- that ain’t smart
i know some n-gg-s that’ll take that kind of sh-t to heart
like me, bring it back e’rybody die
spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th july
have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
even though i’d rather do the sh-t by myself

chorus:

why you wanna funk when you ain’t gotta chance
don’t make me have to make that call, aah-aah
why you wanna go and pull a strap up out’cha pants
when you know you ain’t gon’ shoot at all, no no

verse 2: d-shot, b-legit, suga-t

things are kinda cruel on the streets
sh-t, ain’t n-body really tried to fake me
but it seems n-body wants to f-ck with me
why is that? i had no son enemies
i got rid of every last motherf-cker
for the simple fact i can’t trust a
nathan in this motherf-ckin outfit
you come my way so ya have to die b-tch

i make em lay down, i gotta playground full of hardhead
beanie-capped, triple f-g goose wearin
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
chances get narrow when i’m maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
enemy provider, fool i’m a ridah wit a driver
keep the uzi click switched on saliva
neither you or crew that you pumpin
wanna see the big dogg about nuttin

flow-a-matic automatic n-gg- to my 9
paper chasin, i’m heavy on the mine
every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty
hoes by the dozens they really can’t stand me
swing my way you get your dome sprayed
? f-cked around and became my best friend
every now and then i yell “get the urge to floggy!”
like every now and then i yell “call my daddy ‘boss’!”

chorus

verse 3: e-40, spice 1

eminate ‘money over hoes’, mistood a man named -?”xena spokes and vogues”?-
go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
drunk as a funk, wild irish rose
graveyard don’t track, n-gg- might as well
put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
late night, greedy gut, major clientel
money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will

blaow! biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye s-p-i-i-i-i-i
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
reach out, reach out and touch a motherf-cker
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
when i fill your -ss to the rim like brim
i got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them
how could you play me like a b-tch, i ain’t no sucker
i put slugs in n-gg-‘s arms, chests, legs motherf-cker

chorus

why you wanna go and pull a strap up out’cha pants
when you know that you ain’t gon’ shoot
-repeat-

- spice 1 lyrics

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