Spice 1

Spice 1 - Sucka Ass Niggas lyrics

(Spice 1)

Four years ago I was stuck on the grind

Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes

Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known

Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone

Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G

And all the niggas came amazed at me

Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack

The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks

I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone

But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone

Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit to mass

A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath

You see that's the life that I lead

I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me

So step back move back niggas try to jack

But ain't no muthafuckin' love I put you on your back

Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance

I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants

No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above

They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love

(Chorus):

I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to TWO THREE

Put a slug in your ass for you to say G

The S to the P the I the C-E

You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me

(Spice 1):

I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville

And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real

So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side

You might catch a slug if I'm on a Hoo-ride

I said I first come I first served basis

Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places

One of a kind for my people's delight

And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right

Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen

And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again

You're hangin' on the Ave you're chillin' with the crew

But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you

(Chorus)

(Spice 1):

I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to THREE

My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-U-T

We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face

Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace

Let off rounds you fall down to the ground

You sucka ass nigga another dead clown

You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player

You's a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya

You say you pack a Nine and a Nine is fine

But I'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind

I'm comin' from the sickest city around

Spittin' some gangsta shit the Dirty Bay is the town

So G-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure

Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga

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G-N-U-T in the place to be

Pimp straight up out a player's university

Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge

Didn't have no mail so I said : 'fuck college!'

I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack

And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back

I'm dressed to kill I love to style

I'm the MC you know hoe check my file

The big-lip nigga for your regard

500 dollar spread for the credit card

I hit your town then I go back home

Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome

Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight

And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight

Because when I grind I hits the strip

Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip

It don't take a lot to entertain'

And like my nigga Method Man I'ma bring the pain

You can't rock the shop if you high off hop

You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop

And your game gotta make a lot of sense

You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins

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