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380 On That Ass

Spice 1

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Tekst piosenki
(Prodeje) Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off Peace to my motherfuckin nine (Spice-1) Yeah I remember that old shit (Prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? (Spice-1) Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half (Prodeje) Man don't you know the Nina is the shit? (Spice-1) Motherfucker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer P-E-A-C-E to my motherfuckin nine servin ya Cause I don't give a fuck who you are Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit 380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch You don't know who the fuck you're steppin to my nigga row I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do' My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) sunny Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst 187 on an undercover P-I-G They better duck when they see the chrome 380 Off Hennessey, I'm suicidal, I don't give a fuck So if my face wrinkle up, everybody duck I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass Cause hollow tip will find your bootyhole when I blast The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death 187,000 g motherfucker rest The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit (Chorus: Spice-1) 380 on that ass bitch B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy (Spice-1) Me hit the block with my 380 Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady They owe me money and they better pay me My shit will fuck up ya posse with the S-C-C 380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back So listen closely to the echo of the clap Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my niggas My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the triggers So now I gotta smob and P-P-P-POP, POP And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker drop It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip I used to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip I let my cousin use the shit to jack the Dana-Danes A G-T-A with jackin nigga left the bloodstain On the seat of the car he thought I was a star Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw (Chorus: Spice-1) 380 on that ass bitch B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy (Prodeje) So why you quit fuckin with the nine? (Spice-1) I got love for Nina G but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top (Havikk) Don't you know that nigga Prod and Hav fuck with the nine and the 380? (Havoc) I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool 380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood pool So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride So nigga smilin eat the shells from the A-T-V Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty (Havikk) I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga 187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin They ass is trippin because the Nina gave that ass a whippin The back-street way yard six feet digger Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver The murders watch quickly smoked up Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over (Prodeje) I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0 And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo' anus hole So punk ?look up? cause the S-P-I-C-E is strapped And leave your brains pole sating in your fuckin lap (Havikk) The cartel is for the killers the Mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers The giddily fuckin faculty the Prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker 380's on that asshole nigga (Chorus: Spice-1) B-Blast at 380 Niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
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