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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

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

(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should I do the bitch?
I think I want to her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert fo-fo
split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet up in your fuckin face
I a nigga who always wore black
Said he was an o.g. player up some niggas with macks
Said he had a little drama some high powered killers
And the nigga watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause so called o.g. motherfuckers finally showed up
bastards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the and put my mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, God damn)

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

(spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the hog in me
So i's bail to my caddy with the triple gold
crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to bring his ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the and try to crawl to the villians (niggas)
These fools is some and I can see they really want this nigga
Musta em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is niggas want to bury his dick
Got in the caddy and raced up out the scene
Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the tv
But it no cut, just actin live, niggas die
related killers, switcher on time high
See real killers can be on
I'm tales of the niggas who got crept on

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

(spice 1)
We chopped it up, my had some love
50 g's to creep on the niggas tried to kill us up that fuckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the
For that kind of I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to
Mini 14's, six homies and motherfuckin mack 10's
Infra-red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a
Everybody, can't no nigga diss me
Niggas you sent to the club, with some pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do ass
I took em down to his basement and then I his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard I kill a routin
got him for a couple of birds
So then I creep up into the i-c-u, I see you too long
Nigga you crept on, your gone

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