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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

(intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigga (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 dump her in a ditch, I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough
Open it up and you'll be right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle fo-fo
I'll your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your face
I knew a nigga who always black
he was an o.g. player shot up some niggas with macks
Said he had a little drama with some powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll me some scriller
So he partied through the city, hittin and clubs
Cause these so called o.g. finally showed up
These bastards opened fire in the of the party
Blow to the blow and put my mack and aimed the legs and (oh shit, God damn)

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

(spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the
Ain't but the motherfuckin hog in me
So i's bail to my caddy the triple gold bangers
crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to bring his ass on
Cause if 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
Musta fucked em on 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 gangsta shit you see up on the tv screen
But it ain't no cut, just actin live, die
Drug killers, switcher on time high
See real 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)
to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck you nigga, firin up a joint, motherfuckin...)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(fuck is with you? )

(spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had love
50 g's to on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the
For that of money I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to
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 can't no nigga me
Niggas you sent to the club, with motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do ass
I em down to his basement and then I stabbed his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the never heard I kill with a routin
Even got him for a couple of
So then I up into the i-c-u, I see you livin too long
Nigga you crept on, your gone

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