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spice 1 - the boss mobster كلمات الأغنية

blaaw!

verse 1:
n-gg- who you think you f-ckin’ with?
you ain’t no killer i put slugs in n-gg-s opposite leg to get my skrilla
does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your -ss
twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
ain’t no n-gg- living alive that could vibe
and have me caught up in some bullsh-t i eat your -ss up with the full clip
the giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the bay
ballin’ outta the hooptie with the 50 clip a.k. blaaw!
n-gg-s don’t wanna f-ck with me
infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
i have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your -ss to rest
you was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest

you fail to realize the size you f-ckin’ with a killer
boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)

hook:
don’t cry when me bleed ya, lr n-gg- don’t let me break you down (x3)

verse 2:
don’t be f-ckin’ with my emotions playa
cause a n-gg- will cut your b-lls off and feed ’em to you
i’d love to do you with this big -ss tech to get motherf-ckin’ respect
woo-ha put your -ss in check
leavin’ you hoppin’ down the street with half your -ss hangin’ up off your
back
so hold your motherf-ckin’ n-ts-ck i’m off the yack n-gg-
put your dead homey up in my seat
open up the door and throw his -ss out on the concrete
see you can’t f-ck with a killer though
you catch me bailin’ parlayin’ but i have to blast at you n-gg- though
keep it on your -ss on the slundin’ with the beenie
keepin’ you motherf-ckers two dollars short of a martinee
i’m a straight soldier motherf-ckin’ player shotcaller boss baller
poppin’ muy f-ckin’ collar hopin’ you n-gg-s is feelin’ me cause i’m born
to die
catch me runnin’ in handcuff don’t ask me why

hook:

verse 3:
circular game for murderers c-ke dealers and deez
gotta get my uzi for n-gg-s that got that love for me
gotta pay my dues in this sh-t can’t get the game for free
so at the age of 14 a motherf-cker was slangin’ d
and i’ve been gang related ever since i came out the womb of my mama
readly for the motherf-ckin’ drama
seen this cherokee they start shootin’ this bike
will see i hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherf-ckin’ life
got to bustin’ apon they -ss with the 4-4 watchin’ ’em flee
harder to kill than your average motherf-ckin’ g
suprise n-gg-s i got you c-cked up in sight
and i’m hopin’ i got your punk -ss won’t be makin’ home tonight
you cryin’ homie that on the reala n-gg- you fail to realize the size
you f-ckin’ with a killer

hook

- spice 1

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