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出演艺人
Spice 1
Spice 1
表演者
作曲和作词
R.L. Green, Jr.
R.L. Green, Jr.
作曲
制作和工程
Spice 1
Spice 1
制作人
Black Jack
Black Jack
制作人

歌词

[Verse 1]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, muthafuckas
Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the **** that's icy like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin' every nickel
[Verse 2]
You want static with the Fac? Bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, ****, livin' strong
I gotta get on the muthafuckin' grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my 9
[Verse 3]
'Cause **** 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
[Verse 4]
Robbin' muthafuckas to stay alive
'Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And OG's, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
[Verse 5]
And a 9 ain't shootin' blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a new drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a ****
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
[Chorus]
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 6]
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 an alley and chop you up
[Verse 7]
I ain't takin' no shorts, G
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
[Verse 8]
'Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, man
So now I'm watchin' every **** with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin' walk-by
[Verse 9]
I think I need to see the Wiz 'cause I'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
Cap cap cap
Leave a **** brains pulsatin' in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like Messy Marvin, leave a mess
[Verse 10]
Another black ass **** with a glock in his drawers
Gettin' paid up the muthafuckin' ass walls
So if you wanna step to a **** though
I'm pluggin' muthafuckas up like a stereo
[Chorus]
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
I ain't the one
[Verse 11]
Boom, boom, to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where I'm comin' from
Twelve o'clock at night, ****, up in the cut
Slingin' 'caine and twump sacks, so what the fuck?
[Verse 12]
Livin' like a muthafuckin' sewer rat
Put away the 9, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
[Verse 13]
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Got five caps left, five **** got eight
To the dome, to the muthafuckin' dome
Duck quick as fuck when I reach for the chrome
[Verse 14]
I got the vest, I got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin' muthafuckas up like doja
A **** that's crazy and dyin' to explode ya
[Verse 15]
One-eighty-seven up in the house, can you fuck with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a **** fry
A good night for a muthafuckin' walk-by
[Verse 16]
Like BBD, give me the gat and I'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a Saturday night, I'm quick to screw ya
'Cause you the pussy waitin' to get fucked by the fucker
Servin' lemon heads to the cluckers
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Yeah, all y'all **** out there in the muthafuckin' spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
**** ain't bullshittin' in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest
Written by: R.L. Green, Jr.
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