歌词
Fo' years ago I was stuck on the grind
Slangin' crack, 50 sacks, straight 20's and dimes
Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G
And all the niggas came amazed at me
And since the age of 16 I've been slangin' the crack
The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks
I used to cut the yayo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone
Spice 1 kickin' shit to mass
Hennessey, lemon squeeze and bubble bath
See, that's the life that I lead
I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me
So step back, move back, niggas try to jack
But ain't no muthafuckin' love, I put you on your back
Start some shit at the party, first nigga that glance
I pull out my Glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove, I'm tryin' to come above
They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love
I said one to the two, two to two-three
Put a slug in your ass if you can say G
The S to the P, the I, the C-E
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
I roll a gold Cherokee, nothin' like a Seville
And when you look up the side you see a nigga that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side
You might catch a slug if I'm on a hoo-ride
I said a first come, a first serve basis
Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind, I'm for my peoples to like
And to you sucka ass niggas, it just ain't right
Because the snitchin' on your homies proceed up in the pen
And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again
You're hangin' on the ave, you're chillin' with the crew
But niggas walk away and all them bullets hittin' you
I said one to the two, two to two-three
Put a slug in your ass if you can say G
The S to the P, the I, the C-E
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
I said one to the two, two to two-three
My DJ Xtra Large and G-N-U-T
We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face
Tinted windows, black hearse, gold Daytons, straight laced
Let off rounds, you fall down to the ground
You sucka ass nigga, another dead clown
You're a five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar playa
You's a sucka ass nigga, I had to spray ya
You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine
But I'm blowin' off the back of your head from behind
I'm comin' from the sickest city around
Spittin' some gangsta shit, the dirt based in town
So G nothin' if you're bigger, in fact, a tight figure
Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga
G-N-U-T in the place to be
Pimp straight up out of Playaz University
Ever since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
Didn't have no mail so I said fuck college
I'm brown skinned, comin' straight out the stack
And the game that I spit'll put your bitch in the back
I dress to kill, I love the style
I'm the MC you know, ho, check my file
The big lip nigga for your regard
Five hundred dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town, then I go back home
Break a bitch for a meal, bro, the Cadillac Brougham
Deep in the cut for all you bitches to like
And if a nigga playa hate we gon' have to fight
Because when I grind I hits the strip
Every time I sell out I buy a brand new zip
It don't take a lot to entertain
And like my nigga Method Man I'ma bring the pain
You can't rock a show if you're high off hop
You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
You gotta know when to start, when the pimpin' begins
