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(feat. Jayo Felony) [Intro: Jayo Felony & Spice 1] Yeah, Spice 1, Jayo It's on there (Blaow!) (yeah what's really pimpin'? I mean, I mean, I mean what you mean Sure got a nigga fucked up (fucked up) Just takin' it gangsta for a reason) [Spice 1] Old school like Wrangler, rough and rugged Got my AK in the air, these busters screamin' I'm fakin' (Blaow!) W-a-wild ass nigga, b-a-born to die Point the Infra-Red beam right on your eye It'll come slack, cause my family is stone - cold killers So vest make sure that it's on still on niggas With the ass of the gat, make them back that up My SWAT Team swung on that ass like nigga what (WHAT!?!) Without the motherfuckin' gat and get to cappin' Got niggas throwin' they hands up and I ain't even rappin' Get my weight like Champagne, I hit 'em with bang, bang It's Speezy Ace givin' a fuck by the damn thang World wide like dot com, you know my name Get sacked on, peepin' my enemies carry glock form Gotta show 'em I ain't no fake rap nigga SongtexteIt's Spice 1, two to the dome, straight killer Niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Chorus: Spice 1] You niggas lucky that I'm rappin' Cause if it wasn't for this rappin' I'll be jackin' - steady smashin' Partner tryin' to see what's happenin' Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Jayo Felony] Spice, they know when not to fuck with us these tricks'll get jacked Takin' bitches down while I put my hood up on the mat I'm from that mad ass four-seven n-hood seed rippin' SDC crippin', test me and see slippin' Set trippin' on you niggas from the giddy up like you ain't never seen a crip take your city up, BITCH!! Rich rollin', when you see me stall All crips don't C-Walk and that's G talk Throw up the phone, rap that bring your city through the mud I'm tossin' up seeds in a city full of bloods And it still crip and die and my alais is Mad Guy Any record label put your money up and just die I'm sherned out in my boxers, chokes on the corner I don't rid Like momma look what the world did to God's kids Came back to my senses, got in the hooptie and slid And realised damn cuz, I'm the motherfuckin' shit, BITCH!! [Chorus: Spice 1] You niggas lucky that I'm rappin' Cause if it wasn't for this rappin' I'll be jackin' - steady smashin' Partner tryin' to see what's happenin' Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Spice 1] I stay in Cali for the cream cheese But a nigga got fans and Puertorican, white, black and even Chinese Your parents sippin' Zaki (Zaki) Imagine a Jacuza Clan bumpin' Spice 1 tryin' to mock me Flip niggas like blunt ashes (ashes) I carry stashes of AK's and endo's hidden up in my attic Though I'm an addict to the automatic When the philly is in me I pull the trigger then I cock shit back and reload with intentions premeditated with no remorse No feelin' no mourn, just flesh torn and burnin' Look into my eyes and see It's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G You niggas stay tricks while I come 3D like The Matrix Don't play tricks F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay bitch Independent now, fuck you pay me No dough, low show nigga, fuck you pay me You niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Chorus: Spice 1] You niggas lucky that I'm rappin' Cause if it wasn't for this rappin' I'll be jackin' - steady smashin' Partner tryin' to see what's happenin' Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Outro: Spice 1] Yeah, Speezy Ace, Black Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty Uh, that's Spice 1 nigga, Spice 1 motherfucker They gon' do it, they gon' let me do it again? They gon' let me do it again? Yeah it's platinum shit bitch A-aaaaaaaahh - blaow!! What, you niggas lucky I'm out here rappin' Cause if it weren't for this rappin' I'll be jackin' you punk motherfuckers FUCK YOU niggas, YOU PUNK MOTHERFUCKER!!! Aus Songtexte Mania