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Spice 1

"Born II Die"

[Intro]
Evil lurks in the mind of a mad man
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work

[Spice 1]
Yeah straight mothaf*ckin' East Bay killa in the house
Spice mothaf*ckin' 1
{*blam*} That's how you do it!
You just mob up on a n*gga and shoot him in his MOTHAf*ckIN' HEAD
And drag him out the car, and get your MOTHAf*ckIN' mob on
Yeah.. mothaf*ckin' G sh*t jumpin' off tonight
Mothaf*ckin' fire, beotch!

[Hook]
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him born II die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot that mothaf*cka, he's a liar
I talk to my 380 like a b*tch on the stroll
When n*ggas try to di*k me I haul off and let her ho, KILL 'EM ALL!
I can't be f*cked in this game, I'mma psychopath
My AK, told me to shove him up some n*ggas ass
I'm havin' long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, b*tch-ass n*gga eater
And Missus Mossberg, livin' up in that back trunk
You know that old school b*tch, she like to get in funk
It's splittin' motherf*ckers by the seams
My granddaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock pistol whipped me in my f*ckin' head
Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin'
Told me to shut the f*ck up and let him do the talkin'
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherf*cker, you're Born II Die

[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull a loose thang

[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs
And if the sh*t jump off I'm killin' everythang
Don't be actin like no b*tch when the funk is on
Cause if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
One for the Glock, two for the clip
Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip
n*ggas who ride, strap on the side
Open up your chest bout THIS f*ckin' wide
This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me
I split your cranium so mothaf*ckin' easy
Leavin' you bloody dead and shot
My Glock goosed up your body like the mothaf*ckin' dreadlock
So get yo' ass home 'fore you catch some slugs
Brain runnin' down the drain like the L.A. floods
Don't be f*ckin' with the S-P-I
I'm tellin' you motherf*ckers I was Born II Die

[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
One-eighty-seven proof-ass n*gga from the Bay
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
On the concrete die in one beat of the heart
Seven day old ass body smell a little tart
Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine
Robbin your mothaf*ckin' ass clean
Blow the heart out a motherf*cker back
n*gga sh*t on hisself, when I pull out my strap
Got a chrome fo'-five, bout nine in the clip
In two ?? days, begin to mob and dip
It's just another tale of some gangsta sh*t
Where n*ggas murder in the first from a verse that spit
b*tch-ass n*ggas, expire, retire
Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherf*ckers know quick, I'm Born II Die

[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n*ggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang

[Outro: Spice 1]
Yeah n*gga
Straight walkin' up on a mothaf*cka
And takin' his sh*t with a AK-47 n*gga
Get yo' sh*t cause it's on
Tell your hoe you gon' be back
Uhh, n*gga gon' give up his sh*t
Or he gon' catch a mothaf*ckin' slug
Yeah, you gon' catch a mothaf*ckin' slug
Uhh, Spice 1 in the mothaf*ckin' house
Straight killin' 'em all, BLAOW!
Hehehahahahahahahahah
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Ahahahahahahahaha!! Motherf*ckers!!

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