380 On That Ass

(prodeje) Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off Peace to my motherf**kin nine (spice-1) Yeah I remember that old shit (prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? (spice-1) Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit But ah, partner I don't even f**k with the nine no more half (prodeje) Man don't you know the nina is the shit? (spice-1) Motherf**ker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer P-e-a-c-e to my motherf**kin nine servin ya Cause I don't give a f**k who you are Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your a*s a bit 380 puckin up on that a*s come and test me bitch You don't know who the f**k you're steppin to my nigga row I'll bust a cap and leave that a*s dead by the do' My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny I keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip I'm sick, as f**k I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst 187 on an undercover p-i-g They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a f**k So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his a*s Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast The bullet f**ked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death 187,000 g motherf**ker rest The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit (chorus: spice-1) 380 on that a*s bitch B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-niggas look crazy (spice-1) Me hit the block with my 3-ad Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady They owe me money and they better pay me My shit will f**k up ya posse with the s-c-c 380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back So listen closely to the echo of the clap Hit the motherf**kin blocks and my niggas My motherf**kin niggas with they fingers on the triggers So now I gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop And buck with that 380 until a motherf**ker drop It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip I used to kill a motherf**ker for his blunted grip I let my cousin use the shit to jack the dana-danes A g-t-a with jackin nigga left the bloodstain On the seat of the car he thought I was a star Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw (chorus: spice-1) 380 on that a*s bitch B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-niggas look crazy B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-niggas look crazy (prodeje) So why you quit f**kin with the nine? (spice-1) I got love for nina g but she won't fit in my motherf**kin top (havikk) Don't you know that nigga prod and hav f**k with the nine and the 380? (havoc) I blow a niggas a*s to hell that's why I bust so deep I pack a f**kin 3-8-0 up in my motherf**kin sleep I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool 380 leavin motherf**kers in a blood pool So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty (havikk) I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga 187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga Then kill a daisy motherf**kers with the pistol grippin They a*s is trippin because the nina gave that a*s a whippin The back-street way yard six feet digger Loced out with the nine makin that a*s shiver The murders watch quickly smoked up Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over (prodeje) I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf**ker till it bursts And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0 And pump some motherf**kin slugs up in yo' anus hole So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped And leave your brains pole sating in your f**kin lap (havikk) The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers The giddily f**kin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker 380's on that a*shole nigga (chorus: spice-1) B-blast at 380 Niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-blast at 380 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-blast at 380 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck) B-blast at 380 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)