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Spice 1 Sucka Ass Niggas

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

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

niggas roll with me Hit the block gun cocked, nigga pass the weed Hustle we'll never knock, recognize the G TRU playas indeed, TRU yes indeed [Verse 1

Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube House of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas, Digital Underground, my real niggas Raw Fusion, all in house confusion Wickeder than most men, Spice 1

[ ant banks ] ( *burp* ) Aw shit One of them fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ verse 1: spice 1 ] Mi-ni-

sayin? Haha [Hook1:] Step up, step off punk ass niggas I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas Or

nigga s-p-i I'm droppin' shells on a bitch See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in

u niggaz, With my back against the wall. Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz, Make your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz, See

watch yourself You know you got to be... Yeah Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga Spice 1 gon' tell you