Fucked In The Game

Spice 1

    Continúa después del anuncio

    [ verse 1 ]
    Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas
    Yeah, i'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
    It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle
    It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
    You want static with the fac, bring that ass on
    Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
    I gotta get on the muthafuckin grind
    Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
    Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
    And if you do, you be the first to get got
    So don't get caught on the slip
    Pack a double m or a pistol grip
    Robbin muthafuckas to stay alive
    Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
    And o.g.'s, they can tell when the task hit
    New jacks try to run and get they ass split
    And a nine ain't shootin blanks
    It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
    Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
    The feel of the black steel make him quiver
    I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
    But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

    Fucked in the game

    [ verse 2 ]
    A to the muthafuckin z
    So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three
    If my dome is tried to fuck
    I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up
    I ain't takin no shorts, gee
    I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin family
    Let spice hold the double m
    I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
    Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
    Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn
    So now i'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye
    Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
    I think i need to see the wiz cause i'm heartless
    Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
    Cap-cap-cap
    Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap
    You get a hole in your chest without the vest
    It's like messy marvin, leave a mess
    Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
    Gettin paid off the muthafuckin ashpalt
    So if you wanna step to a nigga though
    I'm pluggin muthafuckas up like a stereo
    I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
    But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

    Continúa después del anuncio

    Fucked in the game

    I ain't the one

    [ verse 3 ]
    Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
    Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where i'm comin from
    12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
    Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the fuck?
    Livin like a muthafuckin sewer rat
    Put away the nine, got a newer gat
    Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
    Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
    4, 5, 6, 7, 8
    Got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
    To the dome, to the muthafuckin dome
    Duck quick as fuck when i reach for the chrome
    I got the vest, i got the vest
    But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
    Smokin muthafuckas up like doja
    A nigga that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
    187 up in the house, can you fuck with it?
    It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
    Hot bullets make a nigga fry
    A good night for a muthafuckin walk-by
    Like bbd give me the gat and i'ma do ya
    Like a hooker on a saturday night i'm quick to screw ya
    Cause you the pussy waitin to get fucked by the fucker
    Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
    I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
    But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

    Fucked in the game

    Yeah
    All y'all niggas out there in the muthafuckin spot
    Y'all better watch y'all back
    Niggas ain't bullshittin in '92
    Put a hole in your chest without the vest

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Spice 1

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión