(Intro: Jayo Felony & Spice 1)
Yeah, Spice 1, Jayo
It`s on there (Blaow!)
(yeah what`s really pimpin`?
I mean, I mean, I mean what you mean
Sure got a nigga fucked up (fucked up)
Just takin` it gangsta for a reason)
(Spice 1)
Old school like Wrangler, rough and rugged
Got my AK in the air, these busters screamin` I`m fakin` (Blaow!)
W-a-wild ass nigga, b-a-born to die
Point the Infra-Red beam right on your eye
It`ll come slack, cause my family is stone - cold killers
So vest make sure that it`s on still on niggas
With the ass of the gat, make them back that up
My SWAT Team swung on that ass like nigga what (WHAT!?!)
Without the motherfuckin` gat and get to cappin`
Got niggas throwin` they hands up and I ain`t even rappin`
Get my weight like Champagne, I hit `em with bang, bang
It`s Speezy Ace givin` a fuck by the damn thang
World wide like dot com, you know my name
Get sacked on, peepin` my enemies carry glock form
Gotta show `em I ain`t no fake rap nigga
It`s Spice 1, two to the dome, straight killer
Niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
Cause if it wasn`t for this rappin`
I`ll be jackin` - steady smashin`
Partner tryin` to see what`s happenin`
Please believe you niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
(Jayo Felony)
Spice, they know when not to fuck with us
these tricks`ll get jacked
Takin` bitches down while I put my hood up on the mat
I`m from that mad ass four-seven n-hood seed rippin`
SDC crippin`, test me and see slippin`
Set trippin` on you niggas from the giddy up
like you ain`t never seen a crip take your city up, BITCH!!
Rich rollin`, when you see me stall
All crips don`t C-Walk and that`s G talk
Throw up the phone, rap that bring your city through the mud
I`m tossin` up seeds in a city full of bloods
And it still crip and die and my alais is Mad Guy
Any record label put your money up and just die
I`m sherned out in my boxers, chokes on the corner I don`t rid
Like momma look what the world did to God`s kids
Came back to my senses, got in the hooptie and slid
And realised damn cuz, I`m the motherfuckin` shit, BITCH!!
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
Cause if it wasn`t for this rappin`
I`ll be jackin` - steady smashin`
Partner tryin` to see what`s happenin`
Please believe you niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
(Spice 1)
I stay in Cali for the cream cheese
But a nigga got fans and Puertorican, white, black and even Chinese
Your parents sippin` Zaki (Zaki)
Imagine a Jacuza Clan bumpin` Spice 1 tryin` to mock me
Flip niggas like blunt ashes (ashes)
I carry stashes of AK`s and endo`s hidden up in my attic
Though I`m an addict to the automatic
When the philly is in me I pull the trigger then
I cock shit back and reload
with intentions premeditated with no remorse
No feelin` no mourn, just flesh torn and burnin`
Look into my eyes and see
It`s so hard on a nigga when you livin` like a G
You niggas stay tricks while I come 3D like The Matrix
Don`t play tricks F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay bitch
Independent now, fuck you pay me
No dough, low show nigga, fuck you pay me
You niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
Cause if it wasn`t for this rappin`
I`ll be jackin` - steady smashin`
Partner tryin` to see what`s happenin`
Please believe you niggas lucky that I`m rappin`
(Outro: Spice 1)
Yeah, Speezy Ace, Black Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
Uh, that`s Spice 1 nigga, Spice 1 motherfucker
They gon` do it, they gon` let me do it again?
They gon` let me do it again?
Yeah it`s platinum shit bitch
A-aaaaaaaahh - blaow!!
What, you niggas lucky I`m out here rappin`
Cause if it weren`t for this rappin`
I`ll be jackin` you punk motherfuckers
FUCK YOU niggas, YOU PUNK MOTHERFUCKER!!!
