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Spice 1

"Balls 'N Brains"

[ VERSE 1 ]
Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A muthaf*cka better freeze
When he see me c*ckin these
Two Glocks, bust off a few shots
Catch a muthaf*ckin case like 2Pac
A real n*gga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin some drugs
A n*gga either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
n*ggas be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased
I seen the b*tch in his face
When I was pullin on the trigger
One less n*gga
Enemies stallin, I be killin em all
Cause I got the brains and balls
And I don't beckon for no b*tches or no n*ggas at all
It's r.i.p. on the wall
I be the last n*gga standin tall

[ Chorus ]
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf*ckin life on a triple beam

[ VERSE 2 ]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, n*gga, we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game, muthaf*ckas run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthaf*ckas
With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the n*ggas that feed
When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10
Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on n*ggas with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthaf*ckin ass up
Mob sh*t, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin out 'f*ck it'!

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
My n*ggas go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the killas, real n*ggas pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
Puttin n*ggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
n*ggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone
And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some muthaf*ckas rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
These n*ggas be talkin, but they be so phoney

[ Chorus ]

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