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Spice 1 Spiceberg Slim

curb Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim (Chorus: Spice 1) All black man, twenty-three inch rim Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim Who's that

[Spice 1] She was five eleven, six one with high heels Tick-old biddy remind me of a catty's grill Daddy's ill, slappin' that ass off pimp pills and

play-a Don't make us - get out and spray-a Bleed teeth and gums - murder and money Illegal funds - it's all part of the game [Spice 1] Ain't no nigga

happenin' Please believe you niggas lucky that I'm rappin' [Outro: Spice 1] Yeah, Speezy Ace, Black Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty Uh, that's Spice 1 nigga, Spice 1

[Intro: Spice 1] It's nothin', you're nothin', it's nothin' It's nothin', you're nothin' [Chorus: Spice 1] It's nothin', to a boss, to a pimp, to a

with my niggas thru the crowd Talkin hella loud Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns Didn't search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1 You

(feat. Outlawz) [Spice 1] [verse one] dear lord, could you please tell Lucifer turn the heat down, feelin the flames of hell underneath my feet now,

[Chorus: Spice 1] You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me