Murder Ain't Crazy

(chorus): 4x Groupie a*s Bitch type of niggas can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic But murder ain't crazy (spice 1 - overlapping chorus) Yeah, yeah, hahahha Wa*sup nigga? Don't look at me like y'all know who I am Amerikkka's nightmare Spice muthaf**kin' 1 Nigga, young, black You know I won't give a f**k (verse 1): Old school drop caddy five, six niggas Rollin' up in my rearview With they fingers up on them triggers Come let's take a trip And hop into some gangsta shit with me 13 caps for them niggas who wanna get with me Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me Wanna put some holes and some muthaf**kin rips in me But I don't give a f**k I just stay strapped And be a soldier about that shit When it comes to peelin' their caps nigga So won't ya get your blast on And if you miss me with your 13 shots Nigga your a*s's gone Cause I'm gon hit you on that first shot And then I ain't gon stop Until some muthaf**kas call the cops Then i'll be 187 thousand like my song say Cause you was f**kin' with this nigga on the wrong day (chorus): 4x (verse 2): See I be raisin' them up off the block With my ? ? ? Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city I comes with much cloud And whenever one nigga could take me out Rollin' him up like levis cough him and stuff him Key him like bean pies And niggas be talkin' that shit But yo ain't none of them runnin' up I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is feelin' buck shots I thought you niggas knew I'm finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce And when I gat that a*s someone'll leave him lyin' there Cryin' there the muthaf**ka's dyin' there And mr. lawrence better have insurance Cause i'ma g-a-gat that a*s with the touriz Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy Punk muthaf**kas like you can't fade me Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger Ol' groupie a*s bitch type of nigga (chorus): 4x Groupie a*s bitch type of niggas can't fade me Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380 I creep up on they a*s tip-toe with the pump Split a nigga down the middle like phillie blunt I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in check And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk Niggas down a*s f**k but we don't wanna funk Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we used to do Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew W-a-with a ring on my muthaf**kin' cellular As I heard a nigga screamin': 'get the f**k out the car!' Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo sacc As my dj x-tralarge blew that bitch on his back Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure He was a groupie a*s bitch type of nigga (chorus with overlap): Yeah Wha*sup nigga? Y'all muthaf**kas ain't fadin' a real last g Nigga Peelin' cap for the muthaf**kin' strive Nigga you don't wanna f**k with this You don't won't none of this Step back nigga Just listen Watch muthaf**ka Look at some real last niggas rip shit up For '94 Punk a*s nigga Yeah Yeah Back again with some of that murder shit Spiggedy one whippin' up on that a*s for '94 and '95 bitch Hahaha What y'all niggas know about a real last g Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily Beyoaaatch!!! 187 thousand g