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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

(intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't a bitch), yeah

(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, should I do with the bitch?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the
Body-snatcher, killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert fo-fo
I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and
It no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face
I knew a nigga who wore black
Said he was an o.g. player shot up niggas with macks
Said he had a little with some high powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll give me some
So he partied through the city, party's and clubs
these so called o.g. motherfuckers finally showed up
These bastards fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my mack and the legs and body (oh shit, God damn)

(chorus)
Kick to the of the niggas who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(nigga, fuck nigga, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got on

(spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the and one in the knee
Ain't but the motherfuckin hog in me
So i's to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to his slow ass on
if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the dirt and try to to the villians (niggas)
These fools is some killers and I can see they really want nigga
fucked em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these niggas want to his dick
Got in the caddy and up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the tv
But it ain't no cut, just live, niggas die
Drug related killers, switcher on high
See killers can be swept on
I'm kickin tales of the niggas who got on

(chorus)
(shit), to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(go nigga, police lookin and nigga)
Kick to the of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck you doing nigga, up a joint, motherfuckin...)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got on
(fuck is wrong you? )

(spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had love
50 g's to creep on the niggas that tried to us up that fuckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the
For that kind of money I'll have the blood up on the ceilin
Now the slaughter is to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some mack 10's
Infra-red, silencer, I'll ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a massacre
Everybody, cause no nigga diss me
Niggas you sent to the club, with motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital do they ass
I em down to his basement and then I stabbed his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never I kill with a routin
got him for a couple of birds
So then I up into the i-c-u, I see you livin too long
Nigga you crept on, your life

(spice 1)
Yeah nigga, got shit just for you
Special can catch shit you on, uncut herion nigga
Straighten your bays nigga
Yeah nigga, you like shit huh nigga, suffer nigga
Suffer motherfucker, yeah, a good dose of the shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't
wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, thought you somethin, hahahaha...