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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

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

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

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

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

(chorus)
(shit), to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(go nigga, police lookin and nigga)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got on
(fuck you doing nigga, 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 had some love
50 g's to creep on the that tried to kill us up that fuckin club
25 are and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of money have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin 10's
Infra-red, silencer, silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a massacre
Everybody, cause can't no diss me
you sent to the club, with some motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital do they ass
I took em down to his basement and I stabbed his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard I kill with a
Even got him for a of birds
So then I creep up into the i-c-u, I see you livin too
Nigga you crept on, life gone

(spice 1)
nigga, got some shit just for you
Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut herion
Straighten your motherfuckin bays
nigga, you like this 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 breathe
Somethin what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, you said somethin, hahahaha...