luv me, though I'm 1990-sick Plus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quick So past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rude But if you
right, you sucker Cause we, can all be some fightin motherfuckers And if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya Peace to Spice 1, but guerillas ain't gangstas
dust as I bust as I mob Metamorphisize from that BG to OG All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold I'
scoop me Drop me off ? and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ? play? And shorty played it only ? twice? Ay, they set a 8 beat It's them and
niggas look crazy (spice-1) Me hit the block with my 3-ad Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady They owe me money and they better pay me My shit will
need to quit Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split Tore back ass out bringing you your hat Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S P I But you can't go one on one Spice 1
this these niggas try to cheat me Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face I thought
myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me Shoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit me With a full metal jacket, but they don't get me Not one
unloads the clips and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt about my motherfuckin' lonely So we can tear this face, we can tear this
me Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off So me bail into Burger King and me pistol
c-can't get a c-c-cut Where every time I dr-drive around the bl-block They see my goin' b-bump and s-s-stop And ask me q-q-question, wuh-what's my name
It's like root beer one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata nine And the clip and the trigga Muthafuckas try ta play me yet
step back, I don't know you, don't get to close to me Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be Cloud killers don't aim until you
a gat And put some bullets in that ass crack Yeah break em down with the mac And like john madden 93 boom he's on his back Spice 1 is a muthafuckin trooper
can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic But murder ain't crazy (spice 1 - overlapping chorus) Yeah, yeah, hahahha Wassup nigga? Don't look at me
who laid me "Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me" Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that A nigga like me ain't finna go for
bust some ass for the ninety-three shot Right, these motherfuckers don't understand we ain't from around here That's all right you know what I'm sayin' 'Cause we ain't
playaz (immortalized) Real playaz Real playaz Baby, baby, baby Ooh yeah Spice 1's a real playa, baby Yeeeaaah You gotta keep on Don't you know Don't