(Intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark 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 should I do with the bitch?
I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer Desert Eagle fo-fo
I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face
I knew a nigga who always wore black
said he was an O.G. player shot up some niggas with Macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he partied through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so called O.G. motherfuckers finally showed up
These bastards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my Mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, god damn)
(Chorus)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(Nigga, fuck that nigga, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(Spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the motherfuckin hog in me
So I's bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to bring his slow ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be long
They comin, so h
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