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(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

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

(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what I do with the bitch?
I think I to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough
Open it up and be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle 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 knew a nigga who always wore
Said he was an o.g. shot up some niggas with macks
Said he had a little with some high powered killers
And the that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so o.g. motherfuckers finally showed up
These bastards opened fire in the of the party
to the blow and put my mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, God damn)

(chorus)
Kick to the tales of the who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(nigga, fuck nigga, straightly smoked)
Kick to the of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the of the niggas who got crept 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 bail to my caddy with the triple gold
crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my to bring his slow ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the 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 some or somethin sick
it is these 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 killers can be swept on
I'm kickin of the niggas who got crept on

(chorus)
(shit), kick to the tales of the niggas who got on
(go nigga, lookin and shit 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 niggas who got on
(fuck is wrong with )

(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 and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is to begin
Mini 14's, six and some motherfuckin mack 10's
Infra-red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a
Everybody, cause can't no diss me
Niggas you to the club, with some motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the straight do they ass
I took em down to his and then I stabbed his ass
Screams the night, the nigga never heard 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 some shit for you
Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, herion nigga
Straighten motherfuckin bays nigga
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
wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, you said somethin, hahahaha...