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spice 1 - whyuwnnafckwitme lyrics

chorus x3:

why+why they wanna f+ck wit’ me?

verse 1: mr. blacc:

2020 in the game still pressin’ my luck
riskin’ penitentiary time, all about my buck
about that old mighty dolla, in cash i trust (in cash i trust)
i got a bullet for you f+ck n+ggas, go ahead and run up (what up, n+gga?)
hits turn like subpoenas, took lead to get got (yeah)
f+ckin’ with mr. blacc and get your whole crew touched
not on two broke n+ggas, naw, not a good look (not a good look)
’cause when a punk get to starvin’, he robbin’ rook?
checkin’ me what be for practice, you must beat the hub
’cause i ain’t got sh+t for you but hot lead and thud (yeah)
and i been in the hood like crime, hoodies and crooks
and i ain’t reached this status of my god+givin’ looks, let’s go

chorus x3

verse 2: spice 1:

you mothaf+ckas be trippin’
when i dump on you mothaf+ckas, i’mma unload the cli+c+clip in (blaow, blaow!)
can’t none o’ you mothaf+ckas be a better mothaf+cka than me (than me)
before i put one up in yo’ head, i’ll pop yo’ ass up in the knee (mothaf+cka)
i be rollin’ with my mothaf+ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
i told you mothaf+ckas, don’t be f+ckin’ with the east bay g (g)
you might be thinkin’ i’m sayin’ “mothaf+cka” too many times
but i can say what the f+ck i want to, n+gga, ’cause this my rhyme
it’s my time, it’s my grind, it’s my shine, i’m gleamin’ (i’m gleamin’!)
with my n+gga mr. blacc and we strapped with the bea+beam in
50 caliber pistal, speak the goddess of fishal
dumpin’ your body up in the bay and it’s never fished out
chorus x3

verse 3: ?:

i’m a g (i’m a g), and i’m a mob figure, rose with a ap (ap!)
and i’m a cold n+gga, you don’t wanna play me
sn+tch ya ass up like the at
i’m a street playmate
spice 1, i’m a east bay gangsta
strike 1, you’re f+ckin’ with the wrong one (wrong one)
knock ya ass down wit’ your own gun
+ why they wanna f+ck wit’ me?
stupid (stupid), eazy+e, i do errything ruthless (ruthless)
and f+ck who you rock with
call mr. blacc through and get to knockin’ out the c+ckpit

chorus x3

outro:

yeah, shout out to the mothaf+ckin’ police, my baby’s mama, all them punk+ass n+ggas on the other side, huh, b+tch+ass n+ggas, this one’s for you, f+ck with real n+ggas, you f+ck n+gga, my n+gga deal, spice 1, thug world, b’s out here’s, b+tch, mr. blacc, roseville let’s go

why they wanna f+ck wit’ me? x3

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