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Spice 1 - Fucked in the Game lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum' I gotta get on the muthafuckin grind Find a spot in the bushes for my nine Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot And if you do, you be the first to get got So don't get caught on the slip Pack a double m or a pistol grip Robbin muthafuckas to stay alive Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive And O.G.'s, they can tell when the task hit New jacks try to run and get they ass split And a nine ain't shootin blanks It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga The feel of the black steel make him quiver I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game Fucked in the game [ VERSE 2 ] A to the muthafuckin Z So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three If my dome is tried to fuck I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up I ain't takin no shorts, gee I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin family Let Spice hold the double m I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn So now I'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by I think I need to see the Wiz cause I'm heartless Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless Cap-cap-cap Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap You get a hole in your chest without the |
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