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spice 1 – give the ‘g’ a gat lyrics

(chorus: spice 1)
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac

(spice 1)
spiggity one whippin’ up on that -ss look what i got that’s quick to blast
blowin’ ’em up on they back as i sm-a-smash
runnin’ up and down the block with a fo’-five pistol up in my lap
and n-gg-s be comin’ up short when i cap
and i leave they -ss in a zipped up sack, player
so don’t be steppin’ to these g’s
the faculty got me bizzack we strim that with uzi’s
so what the f-ck you wanna do?
leave your -ss in a motherf-ckin’ coma fool
peelin’ a cap back, red rum fac as i jack these n-gg-s
n-gg-s put your motherf-ckin’ fingers on a triggers
g-nut, (whattup fool?) since your ready to blast (haha)
pull out my your sh-t and put a cap in they -ss n-gg-

(g-nut)
well it’s the g-the-n-u-t, all you haters envy me
so check it, cause i’ma ’bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo’
roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin’ up the par
now when i c-ck the hammer bro i’m shootin’ for the stars
and i don’t give a f-ck who you be g
cause whoever you are, it ain’t no way in the world you can be me
i’m comin’ from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze
up or on the other that i wonder if the bowl knows that i ducks this
cause i loves this, one eight seven roughness
yeah it’s the nut b-tch the nappy that you stuck with
so din fin is you ready to blast? (whattup my n-gg-?)
slip in the clip and put a slug in that -ss

(din fin)
if i don’t grab that sh-t and poppin’ who gon’ pop first?
the n-gg- that’ll make your face burst
or worthless i can be packed up in the first side of my he-rs- (comin’ with dirt)
cause i’m all alone and my clip ain’t killin’ the n-gg-s that jump
i pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin’ him in a truck
no pistol blister f-ckin’ that n-gg- since i dump him a realer ditch
pullin’ all my glock clockin’ and unload clippin’ when that n-gg- twitch
better wear a vest i’m aimin’ at head and puttin’ your -ss to rest
pump test or mack with a bigger gat that’ll penetrate your vest
their naffy government causin’ trouble when i’m bubblin’
smokin’ bomb and kickin’ it with my n-gg-s on thai but who be bubblin’
so frank j if you ready to blast (you know the rules)
load up your gat and bust a cap in that -ss

(frank j)
frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo’ f-ckin’ him up
recruit when i rap like that with a funky rhyme flow
and if you can’t feel me then just kill me for this weak sh-t
oh no, never that, ohh i finna freak this
so peep this corner risin’ game i finna spit
and if you still can’t feel me then i might have to spit a zip
cause n-gg-s like me be breakin’ a b-tch
rippin’ and strivin’ a person could of been much more worse
per man with the man even the man they live in a he-rs-
cause i would’ve murdered first
livin’ a fast life stickin’ up tricks, kickin’ at n-gg-‘s dolls
all those who oppose to the fac they will be disposed
openin’ up your motherf-ckin’ chest with one of these hollow tips
it’ll be whistlin’ dixy to your -ss when this hollow hit

(chorus: spice 1)
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac

(187 fac)
here comes a n-gg- like the coolest out to get respect and snappin’ necks
creepin’ with the tech a n-gg- known to leave a bl–dy mess
the sickest motherf-cker with the loadest clip
and ready to empty the clip into the hip of the n-gg- talkin’ sh-t
i gots to creep low and stay low and let these motherf-ckers know
when the tech’s? a n-gg- hates to see the murder show
the figgity fac is in the f-ckin’ house and that’s the f-ckin’ truth
now tell me how it feels to be that one eighty seven f-ckin’ proof
sittin’ on the roof with my tech-nine bustin’ for my help
with so many shots in your -ss i’ll make the f-ckin’ clip melt
(? (who?) since you ready to blast n-gg-
get on the mic and put a cap in that -ss) –> spice 1

(187 fac)
i’m raisin’ n-gg-s up off they feet, six deep drivin’ taxi
never known for pushin’ crack and re-askin’ causin’ headaches in your family
baggin’ up my rocks makin’ money, n-gg-s can’t fade the 187 faculty
we be pumpin’ thug n-gg-s extra clip, bill is fill to his capacity
makin’ stacks of g’s ain’t no turnin’ back
sippin’ on some new con jack i watch my old gat
into beat you to retaliate you f-cked
suckin’ up? from inside your f-ckin’ casket is your next lunch
so hear the church bells jingle, i’m comin’ out the gut strapped
raunchy black like the season?
with the blower burnin’ gun smoke my self defence
and greedy grease and bl–dy feet will left the evidence
it’s pitiful, i’m smokin’ on some wonderful sh-t
gonna have you rollin’ with your strap bustin’ caps in your vehicle
? act, representin’ the haystack
quick to fill my pockets with your cash and bust a cap in that -ss n-gg-

(spice 1)
hahahahaha, beeatch! you’re just a thing of the past
too many motherf-ckin’ caps in that -ss n-gg-

(chorus: spice 1)
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac
nik-nak paddy wack, give a g a gat
whippin’ up on that -ss it’s the 187 fac n-gg-

- spice 1 lyrics

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