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whyuwnnafckwitme - spice 1 lyrics

chorus x3:

why*why they wanna f*ck wit’ me?

verse 1: mr. blacc:

2020 in the game still pressin’ my luck
riskin’ penitentiary time, all about my buck
about that old mighty dolla, in cash i trust (in cash i trust)
i got a bullet for you f*ck n*ggas, go ahead and run up (what up, n*gga?)
hits turn like subpoenas, took lead to get got (yeah)
f*ckin’ with mr. blacc and get your whole crew touched
not on two broke n*ggas, naw, not a good look (not a good look)
’cause when a punk get to starvin’, he robbin’ rook?
checkin’ me what be for practice, you must beat the hub
’cause i ain’t got sh*t for you but hot lead and thud (yeah)
and i been in the hood like crime, hoodies and crooks
and i ain’t reached this status of my god*givin’ looks, let’s go

chorus x3

verse 2: spice 1:

you mothaf*ckas be trippin’
when i dump on you mothaf*ckas, i’mma unload the cli*c*clip in (blaow, blaow!)
can’t none o’ you mothaf*ckas be a better mothaf*cka than me (than me)
before i put one up in yo’ head, i’ll pop yo’ ass up in the knee (mothaf*cka)
i be rollin’ with my mothaf*ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
i told you mothaf*ckas, don’t be f*ckin’ with the east bay g (g)
you might be thinkin’ i’m sayin’ “mothaf*cka” too many times
but i can say what the f*ck i want to, n*gga, ’cause this my rhyme
it’s my time, it’s my grind, it’s my shine, i’m gleamin’ (i’m gleamin’!)
with my n*gga mr. blacc and we strapped with the bea*beam in
50 caliber pistal, speak the goddess of fishal
dumpin’ your body up in the bay and it’s never fished out
chorus x3

verse 3: ?:

i’m a g (i’m a g), and i’m a mob figure, rose with a ap (ap!)
and i’m a cold n*gga, you don’t wanna play me
sn*tch ya ass up like the at
i’m a street playmate
spice 1, i’m a east bay gangsta
strike 1, you’re f*ckin’ with the wrong one (wrong one)
knock ya ass down wit’ your own gun
* why they wanna f*ck wit’ me?
stupid (stupid), eazy*e, i do errything ruthless (ruthless)
and f*ck who you rock with
call mr. blacc through and get to knockin’ out the c*ckpit

chorus x3

outro:

yeah, shout out to the mothaf*ckin’ police, my baby’s mama, all them punk*ass n*ggas on the other side, huh, b*tch*ass n*ggas, this one’s for you, f*ck with real n*ggas, you f*ck n*gga, my n*gga deal, spice 1, thug world, b’s out here’s, b*tch, mr. blacc, roseville let’s go

why they wanna f*ck wit’ me? x3

- spice 1 lyrics

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