Spice 1 - Money Gone lyrics

Cappin him in is b-brain with the n-nine

He never woulda th-thought, I'd be gettin mine

So now I'm on the r-run cause I took his cash

I had to b-bust a cap in his fuckin ass

Nigga a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang

It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang

19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-one

A lotta n-n-n-niggaz d-died young

The 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact

Its comin up, c-comin up b-b-back

The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk

Buckin with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk

I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go

And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, O

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Money gone

Money gone

I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin on

I deal with m-m-money g-g-gone

The figgity f-f-five-O is on my nuts

Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cut

Where everytime I dr-drive around the bl-block

They see my goin b-bump and s-s-stop

And ask me k-k-question, wuh-whats my name

But he can get f-fucked in the g-game

Cause I ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen

I hadta d-d-do em, d-do em in

Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome

And now its m-m-money g-g-gone

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My nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin dice

He said what they h-hittin for Sp-Spice

Livin up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats

Slangin dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fat

The nigga on the b-block with the biggest knot

Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar n-knot

Bought a s-six five st-st-stang

The ring on my m-m-mobile rang

I got it g-goin on in the m-mix

All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix

I wonder if they t-task is about to hit

But I don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-shit

Cause I'mma uga-O.G. in the z-zone

And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone

Yeah 187 in the motherfuckin house

Peace to my niggaz, Black Jack

Y'all in the motherfuckin house

Hookin me up with that dope shit

The last track on my motherfuckin album

We kickin it funky gangsta

Yeah, side ways to the next light

Peace motherfucker I'm outta here like last year