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(Chorus: Spice 1) |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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(Spice 1) |
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Spiggity One whippin' up on that ass look what I got that's quick to blast |
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Blowin' 'em up on they back as I sm-a-smash |
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Runnin' up and down the block with a fo'-five pistol up in my lap |
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And niggas be comin' up short when I cap |
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and I leave they ass in a zipped up sack, player |
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So don't be steppin' to these g's |
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The Faculty got me bizzack we strim that with Uzi's |
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So what the fuck you wanna do? |
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Leave your ass in a motherfuckin' coma fool |
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Peelin' a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas |
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Niggas put your motherfuckin' fingers on a triggers |
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G-Nut, (whattup fool?) since your ready to blast (haha) |
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Pull out my your shit and put a cap in they ass nigga |
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(G-Nut) |
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Well it's the G-the-N-U-T, all you haters envy me |
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So check it, cause I'ma 'bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo' |
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Roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin' up the par |
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Now when I cock the hammer bro I'm shootin' for the stars |
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And I don't give a fuck who you be G |
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Cause whoever you are, it ain't no way in the world you can be me |
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I'm comin' from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze |
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Up or on the other that I wonder if the bowl knows that I ducks this |
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cause I loves this, one eight seven roughness |
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Yeah it's the Nut bitch the nappy that you stuck with |
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So Din Fin is you ready to blast? (Whattup my nigga?) |
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Slip in the clip and put a slug in that ass |
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(Din Fin) |
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If I don't grab that shit and poppin' who gon' pop first? |
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The nigga that'll make your face burst |
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or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of my hearse (comin' with dirt) |
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Cause I'm all alone and my clip ain't killin' the niggas that jump |
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I pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin' him in a truck |
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No pistol blister fuckin' that nigga since I dump him a realer ditch |
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Pullin' all my glock clockin' and unload clippin' when that nigga twitch |
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Better wear a vest I'm aimin' at head and puttin' your ass to rest |
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Pump test or Mack with a bigger gat that'll penetrate your vest |
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Their naffy government causin' trouble when I'm bubblin' |
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Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my niggas on thai but who be bubblin' |
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So Frank J if you ready to blast (you know the rules) |
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Load up your gat and bust a cap in that ass |
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(Frank J) |
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Frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo' fuckin' him up |
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recruit when I rap like that with a funky rhyme flow |
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And if you can't feel me then just kill me for this weak shit |
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Oh no, never that, ohh I finna freak this |
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So peep this corner risin' game I finna spit |
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And if you still can't feel me then I might have to spit a zip |
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Cause niggas like me be breakin' a bitch |
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Rippin' and strivin' a person could of been much more worse |
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per man with the man even the man they live in a hearse |
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cause I would've murdered first |
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Livin' a fast life stickin' up tricks, kickin' at nigga's dolls |
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all those who oppose to the Fac they will be disposed |
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Openin' up your motherfuckin' chest with one of these hollow tips |
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It'll be whistlin' Dixy to your ass when this hollow hit |
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(Chorus: Spice 1) |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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(187 Fac) |
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Here comes a nigga like the coolest out to get respect and snappin' necks |
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Creepin' with the Tech a nigga known to leave a bloody mess |
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The sickest motherfucker with the loadest clip |
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and ready to empty the clip into the hip of the nigga talkin' shit |
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I gots to creep low and stay low and let these motherfuckers know |
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When the Tech's ??? a nigga hates to see the murder show |
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The figgity Fac is in the fuckin' house and that's the fuckin' truth |
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Now tell me how it feels to be that one eighty seven fuckin' proof |
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Sittin' on the roof with my Tech-Nine bustin' for my help |
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With so many shots in your ass I'll make the fuckin' clip melt |
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(???? (who?) since you ready to blast nigga |
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Get on the mic and put a cap in that ass) --> Spice 1 |
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(187 Fac) |
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I'm raisin' niggas up off they feet, six deep drivin' taxi |
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Never known for pushin' crack and re-askin' causin' headaches in your family |
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Baggin' up my rocks makin' money, niggas can't fade the 187 Faculty |
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we be pumpin' thug niggas extra clip, bill is fill to his capacity |
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Makin' stacks of g's ain't no turnin' back |
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Sippin' on some new Con Jack I watch my old gat |
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into beat you to retaliate you fucked |
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Suckin' up ??? from inside your fuckin' casket is your next lunch |
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So hear the church bells jingle, I'm comin' out the gut strapped |
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raunchy black like the season ???????? |
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With the blower burnin' gun smoke my self defence |
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And greedy grease and bloody feet will left the evidence |
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It's pitiful, I'm smokin' on some wonderful shit |
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gonna have you rollin' with your strap bustin' caps in your vehicle |
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??? act, representin' the haystack |
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Quick to fill my pockets with your cash and bust a cap in that ass nigga |
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(Spice 1) |
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Hahahahaha, beeatch! You're just a thing of the past |
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Too many motherfuckin' caps in that ass nigga |
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(Chorus: Spice 1) |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac |
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Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat |
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Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac nigga |