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lirik lagu the murda show – spice 1

d-mn eiht
what the f-ck we gonna do now?

i don’t know homeboy you know what i’m sayin’ but i’ll tell you like this
we gonna bust some -ss for the ninety-three shot
right, these motherf-ckers don’t understand we ain’t from around here
that’s all right you know what i’m sayin’

’cause we ain’t takin’ no shorts you know what i’m sayin’
compton meets the motherf-ckin’ bay town n-gg-
so step the f-ck off this you know what i’m sayin’
my n-gg- spice get with ’em

ya see i’m nothin’ but a mac-10 shooter
killer man looter on the creep with the glock
got it c-cked picidy pop
i cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone n-gg-

mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger
motherf-ckin flash backs of n-gg-‘s bodies rip
from the ak blast on that -ss hollow point to the tip to the toe
creep slow and watch the blood hit the f-ckin’ flo’

it’s the godd-mn murda show
starring a n-gg- in black wearin’ a weed hat creepin’ low
and co-starring is a psycho motherf-cker
he grew up in compton bustin’ caps at the cluckers

his name is mc motherf-ckin’ eiht
he got the uzi weigh a ton eatin’ n-gg-s like a steak on a plate
so n-gg- get your popcorn and peanuts ’cause we nuts and we know
sit back and watch a n-gg- murda at the murda show

a to the motherf-ckin’ k
187 proof -ss n-gg- from the bay
(murda show)
yeah, and it’s the n-gg- from compton that’s stompin’
raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock

n-gg- shut your f-ckin’ trap, yeah your punk -ss is sure
sure that they sew when i peel your cap
the slide the slick, suck my d-ck
no mistaking i bring home greens, f-ck the bacon

the big black neck getting motherf-ckers sprung
they’ll be put in the trash by this compton tongue
eiht, spice-1, kickin’ much -ss for fun
ain’t nothin’ but some n-gg- sold the one

fools need to stay the f-ck down
they can’t hang when we bang from compton and the bay town
it’s like the last dance or your last chance
when i reach in for the strap in my f-ckin’ pants

i pump’ dead then the scene is fair ain’t nothin said
even your skinny -ss dead
i can’t sleep ’cause it’s time to go
fool or i’ll be late for the murda show n-gg-

a to the motherf-ckin’ k
187 proof -ss n-gg- from the bay
(murda show)
yeah, and it’s the n-gg- from compton that’s stompin’
raise up off my jock with the n-gg-s that i glock

a to the motherf-ckin’ k
187 proof -ss n-gg- from the bay
(murda show)
yeah, and it’s the n-gg- from compton that’s stompin’
raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock

step in to the torture chamber n-gg- let me torture
hangers on your motherf-ckin’ back bring ya scorcher
psychopathic mad man dead body chucker
quick to pull the trigger on another motherf-cker

slangin’ to the b-ss head b-tches in the alley
killin’ for my motherf-ckin’ cash in recally
my n-gg- mc eiht will make the getaway drive
i got the gat hangin’ up out the motherf-ckin’ ride

n-gg-s be getting the duck sit f-ckin’ with the player
sprayer layer n-gg- out with the shout of the t-t-tech
mic motherf-ckin’ check one stabbin’ n-gg-s
up in the lungs plus the caps with bl–dy guns

my uzi’s got my back if player haters wanna jump
the motherf-ckin’ hollow head his chest thump, thump
and all the n-gg-s leave his bl–dy body in the dust
one-n-gg- dead seventeen caps bust

that’s how the n-gg-s do this sh-t where i’m from
red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
i got the glock and i’m headin’ for the liquor store
me and eiht are two-eleven at the motherf-ckin’ murda show

a to the motherf-ckin’ k
187 proof -ss n-gg- from the bay
(murda show)
yeah, and it’s the n-gg- from compton that’s stompin’
raise up off my jock or you might get the glock

a to the motherf-ckin’ k
187 proof -ss n-gg- from the bay
(murda show)
yeah, and you ask me to stay the f-ck down
bangin’ from compton and the bay town

yeah, come on
uh, spice-1 and mc eiht
and that eases the nine
you know what i’m sayin’

- spice 1

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