Sucka Ass Niggas

(Spice 1) Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G And all the niggas came amazed at me Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit to mass A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath You see that's the life that I lead I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me So step back move back niggas try to jack But ain't no muthafuckin' love I put you on your back Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance I pull out my Glock and make him piss in his pants No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love (Chorus): I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to TWO THREE Put a slug in your ass for you to say G The S to the P the I the C-E You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me (Spice 1): I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side You might catch a slug if I'm on a Hoo-ride I said I first come I first served basis Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places One of a kind for my people's delight And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again You're hangin' on the Ave you're chillin' with the crew But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you (Chorus) (Spice 1): I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to THREE My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-U-T We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace Let off rounds you fall down to the ground You sucka ass nigga another dead clown You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player You's a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya You say you pack a Nine and a Nine is fine But I'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind I'm comin' from the sickest city around Spittin' some gangsta shit the Dirty Bay is the town So G-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga {g-nut:} G-N-U-T in the place to be Pimp straight up out a player's university Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge Didn't have no mail so I said : 'fuck college!' I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back I'm dressed to kill I love to style I'm the MC you know ho check my file The big-lip nigga for your regard 500 dollar spread for the credit card I hit your town then I go back home Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight Because when I grind I hits the strip Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip It don't take a lot to entertain' And like my nigga Method Man I'mma bring the pain You can't rock the shop if you high off hop You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop And your game gotta make a lot of sense You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins