[Intro]
Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
[Spice 1]
Yeah straight motherf**in East Bay k**a in the house
Spice motherf**in 1
{*blam*} That's how you do it!
You just mobb up on a n***a and shoot him in his MOTHERfu*kIN HEAD
And drag him out the car, and get your MOTHERfu*kIN mobb on
Yeah.. motherf**in G sh** jumpin off tonight
Motherf**in fire, beotch!!
[Hook]
k** em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
k** em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Verse 1: Spice 1]
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherf**er he's a liar
I talk to my 380 like a b**h on the stroll
When n***as try to dick me I haul off and let her ho, KILL EM ALL!
I can't be f**ed in this game, I'mma psychopath
My AK, told me to shove him up some n***as a**
I'm havin long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, b**h-a** n***a eater
And Missus Mossberg, livin up in that back trunk
You know that old school b**h, she like to get in funk
It's splittin motherf**ers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock pistol-whipped me in my f**in head
Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin
Told me to shut the f** up and let him do the talkin
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherf**er, you're Born II Die
[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone
k** em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
k** em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs
And if the sh** jump off I'm k**in everythang
Don't be actin like no b**h when the funk is on
Cause if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone
One for the Glock, two for the clip
Bullets in yo' a** make you hop and skip
n***as who ride, strap on the side
Open up your chest bout THIS f**in wide
This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me
I split your cranium so motherf**in easy
Leavin you bloody dead and shot
My Glock goosed up your body like the motherf**in dreadlock
So get yo' a** home 'fore you catch some slugs
Brain runnin down the drain like the L.A. floods
Don't be f**in with the S-P-I
I'm tellin you motherf**ers I was Born II Die
[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone
k** em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
k** em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
One-eighty-seven Crew a** n***a from the Bay
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
On the concrete die in one beat of the heart
Seven day old a** body smell a little tart
Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine
Robbin your motherf**in a** clean
Blow the heart out a motherf**er back
n***a sh** on hisself, when I pull out my strap
Got a chrome fo'-five, bout nine in the clip
In two ?? days, begin to mobb and dip
It's just another tale of some gangsta sh**
Where n***as murder in the first from a verse that spit
b**h-a** n***as, expire, retire
Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherf**ers know quick, I'm Born II Die
[Hook]
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them n***as catch you slippin then yo' a** is gone
k** em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
k** em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Outro: Spice 1]
Yeah n***a
Straight walkin up on a motherf**er
And takin his sh** with a AK-47 n***a
Get yo' sh** cause it's on
Tell you ho you gon' be back
Uhh, n***a gon' give up his sh**
Or he gon' catch a motherf**in slug
Yeah, you gon' catch a motherf**in slug
Uhh.. Spice 1 in the motherf**in house
Straight k**in em all, BLAOW!
Hehehahahahahahahahah
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Ahahahahahahahaha!! Motherf**ers!!