Spice 1 - 380 On That Ass
(prodeje)
Go On, Remember That Shit You Was Kickin Off
Peace To My Motherfuckin Nine
(spice-1)
Yeah I Remember That Old Shit
(prodeje)
So Are You Gonna Kick Some Of That Shit On Your New Album Or What?
(spice-1)
Yeah, I'm Gonna Kick Some Of That Shit
But Ah, Partner I Don't Even Fuck With The Nine No More Half
(prodeje)
Man Don't You Know The Nina Is The Shit?
(spice-1)
Motherfucker, One E-c-i-p-s Is Like A Murderer
P-e-a-c-e To My Motherfuckin Nine Servin Ya
Cause I Don't Give A Fuck Who You Are
Want An Autograph Bullet You Can Call Me Shootin Star, Nigga
I'm Makin The Murda Shit To Kick You In Your Ass A Bit
380 Puckin Up On That Ass Come And Test Me Bitch
You Don't Know Who The Fuck You're Steppin To My Nigga Row
I'll Bust A Cap And Leave That Ass Dead By The Do'
My Chrome Is Shining Like New Money And It's Kinda Funny
I Keep One Bullet Up In The Chamber (????) Sunny
Five And A Piggy Dumb, Dumb Bullets To His Hollow Tip
Thinkin 187 Proof Nigga Come Take A Sip
I'm Sick, As Fuck I'll Do A Drive-by In A Black Hearse
And Leave Yo In The Street For Homicide I Think 380 Burst
187 On An Undercover P-i-g
They Better Duck When They See The Chrome 3-ad
I'm Thin As See I'm Suicidal I Don't Give A Fuck
So If My Face Wrinkle Up Everybody Duck
I Rush A Nigga Bust A Bigger Hole In His Ass
Cause Hollow Tip Will Fight A Booty Hoe When I Blast
The Bullet Fucked Ya When I Bucked Ya It Was Instant Death
187,000 G Motherfucker Rest
The Nigga Tried To Flip And Unload The Clip, I Did The Gangsta Shit
(chorus: Spice-1)
380 On That Ass Bitch
B-blast At 380 (everybody Duck)
Niggas Look Crazy
B-blast At 3
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