lirik lagu born ii die – spice 1
evil lurks in the mind of mad men
i have to call spice 1 to put in work
[spice 1]
yeah straight motherf-ckin east bay killa in the house
spice motherf-ckin 1
{-blam-} that’s how you do it!
you just mobb up on a n-gg- and shoot him in his motherf-ckin head
and drag him out the car, and get your motherf-ckin mobb on
yeah. motherf-ckin g sh-t jumpin off tonight
motherf-ckin fire, beotch!
kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him born ii die, blaow
kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him?
[spice 1]
my gat scream fire
the bullet told me shoot that motherf-cker he’s a liar
i talk to my 380 like a b-tch on the stroll
when n-gg-z try to d-ck me i haul off and let her hoe, kill em all!
i can’t be f-cked in this game, i’ma psychopath
my ak, told me to shove him up some n-gg-z -ss
i’m havin long conversations with mr. millimeter
he’s one of my best friends, b-tch–ss n-gg- eater
and missus mossberg, livin up in that back trunk
you know that old school b-tch, she like to get in funk
it’s splittin motherf-ckers by the seams
my grandaddy mr. ar-15
said he was my only family
shoot straight, and please don’t jam me
my own glock pistol-whipped me in my f-ckin head
cause he said, i wouldn’t buy the infrared
got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin
told me to shut the f-ck up and let him do the talkin
i woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
from my strap tell me spice motherf-cker, you’re born ii die
one to the chest and one to the dome
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone (born ii die)
aim yo best for the head so yo’ brains get blown
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone
kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him born ii die, blaow
kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him?
[spice 1]
legal glocks and barettas and the uzi thangs
and if the sh-t jump off i’m killin everythang
don’t be actin like no b-tch when the funk is on
cause if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone
one for the glock, two for the clip
bullets in yo’ -ss make you hop and skip
n-gg-z who ride, strap on the side
open up your chest bout this f-ckin wide
this ain’t no tv, you don’t wanna see me
i split your cranium so motherf-ckin easy
leavin you bl–dy dead and shot
my glock goosed up your body like the motherf-ckin dreadlock
so get yo’ -ss home ‘fore you catch some slugs
brain runnin down the drain like the l.a. floods
don’t be f-ckin with the s-p-i
i’m tellin you motherf-ckers i was born ii die
one to the chest and one to the dome
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone (born ii die)
aim yo best for the head so yo’ brains get blown
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone
kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him born ii die, blaow
kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him?
[spice 1]
one-eighty-seven crew -ss n-gg- from the bay
ak spray, beat your dead body as it lay
on the concrete die in one beat of the heart
seven day old -ss body smell a little tart
pull up to your b-mper with a fully loaded magazine
robbin your motherf-ckin -ss clean
blow the heart out a motherf-cker back
n-gg- sh-t on hisself, when i pull out my strap
got a chrome fo’-five, bout nine in the clip
in two? days, begin to mobb and dip
it’s just another tale of some gangsta sh-t
where n-gg-z murder in the first from a verse that spit
b-tch–ss n-gg-z, expire, retire
stab him in the throat with the dayton spoke wire
so don’t get caught up in the mix
i, let you motherf-ckers know quick, i’m born ii die
one to the chest and one to the dome
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone (born ii die)
aim yo best for the head so yo’ brains get blown
well if them n-gg-z catch you slippin then yo’ -ss is gone
kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him born ii die, blaow
kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
s-p-i-c-e-1 dem say him?
[spice 1]
yeah n-gg-
straight walkin up on a motherf-cker
and takin his sh-t with a ak-47 n-gg-
get yo’ sh-t cause it’s on
tell you hoe you gon’ be back
uhh, n-gg- gon’ give up his sh-t
or he gon’ catch a motherf-ckin slug
yeah, you gon’ catch a motherf-ckin slug
uhh. spice 1 in the motherf-ckin house
straight killin em all, blaow!
hehehahahahahahahahah
hahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahahahahaha! motherf-ckers!
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