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Spice 1

"f*ck The World"

(Chorus: Spice 1)
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya (slugs inside ya)

(Spice 1)
f*ck the world, we be gattin' the up
n*ggas be comin' with the AK runnin' out of the car, we givin' a f*ck
Grabbin' my nuts and bustin' with the killers side, we killin thugs
Catch my enemies slippin' and hittin' them up we bury they ass
Some of you n*ggas is b*tches we scary to blast
I'll put down the mash and I'mma pull fast class with tinted glass
Murder for cash, n*ggas be runnin' and dumpin' with no ski mask
Paid hits so close your eyes and keep a close grip on your di*k
We empty clips, slip, silde and dip to those who collect the chips is thug sh*t

(Kyoz)
My life up in the ghetto stackin' talk show flow
King of the block (block), pushin' rocks until my heart stop, clock me or not
Brought me a drop, triple gold D, stackin' my teeth
Puttin' slugs in enemies, makin' n*ggas freeze just like the police
And until I'm deceased, marry me a 'G'
Young n*ggas, dumb n*ggas with chrome (chrome) and tell Al Capone
Flippin' zones by the phone when I bought my home
Laced with game, the game explains wettin' them up like rain
Killin' the markers was the caine

(Chorus: Spice 1)
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf*cker

(Den Fen)
I'm mentally mind gone with the chrome in my hand
When I take my stand and glance at the right foes
Two shots for my right foe
The life that I'm livin' I'm leavin' 'em f*cked in the game
When I maintain in my ghetto path
True to the roots, only crews gonna blast on your punk-ass
They flashback to my main frame its the same thing
But a different game, feel a strange pain
When you got a bullet hole enlodged in your motherf*ckin' brain
They slang caine on my blocks, Glocks c*ck on fight non-stop
Patrol - n*gga me slangin' that caine since sixteen years old

(Spice 1)
My foes be shot up in caskets, half of they faces be missin'
Dumpin' on you jealous bast*rds, six feet deep n*gga listen
Bossalini bring the drama as the motherf*ckin' world keeps turnin'
And I won't rest in peace till I see my enemies burnin'
I'll load my clips and slang my ki's smoke ounces of chronic weed
While n*ggas bleed over scandalous b*tches, money and greed
Down for the wettin' them up, n*ggas be diein' for disrespectin' a thug
Now takin' some slugs and leave these n*ggas with all they gats in the mud

(Chorus: Spice 1)
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
f*ck THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n*ggas in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf*cker

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