(Chorus: Spice 1)
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya (slugs inside ya)
(Spice 1)
f** the world, we be gattin' the up
n***as be comin' with the AK runnin' out of the car, we givin' a f**
Grabbin' my nuts and bustin' with the k**ers side, we k**in thugs
Catch my enemies slippin' and hittin' them up we bury they a**
Some of you n***as is b**hes we scary to blast
I'll put down the mash and I'mma pull fast cla** with tinted gla**
Murder for cash, n***as be runnin' and dumpin' with no ski mask
Paid hits so close your eyes and keep a close grip on your dick
We empty clips, slip, silde and dip to those who collect the chips is thug sh**
(Kyoz)
My life up in the ghetto stackin' talk show flow
King of the block (block), pushin' rocks until my heart stop, clock me or not
Brought me a drop, triple gold D, stackin' my teeth
Puttin' slugs in enemies, makin' n***as freeze just like the police
And until I'm deceased, marry me a 'G'
Young n***as, dumb n***as with chrome (chrome) and tell Al Capone
Flippin' zones by the phone when I bought my home
Laced with game, the game explains wettin' them up like rain
k**in' the markers was the caine
(Chorus: Spice 1)
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf**er
(Den Fen)
I'm mentally mind gone with the chrome in my hand
When I take my stand and glance at the right foes
Two shots for my right foe
The life that I'm livin' I'm leavin' 'em f**ed in the game
When I maintain in my ghetto path
True to the roots, only crews gonna blast on your punk-a**
They flashback to my main frame its the same thing
But a different game, feel a strange pain
When you got a bullet hole enlodged in your motherf**in' brain
They slang caine on my blocks, Glocks co*k on fight non-stop
Patrol - n***a me slangin' that caine since sixteen years old
(Spice 1)
My foes be shot up in caskets, half of they faces be missin'
Dumpin' on you jealous ba*tards, six feet deep n***a listen
Bossalini bring the drama as the motherf**in' world keeps turnin'
And I won't rest in peace till I see my enemies burnin'
I'll load my clips and slang my ki's smoke ounces of chronic weed
While n***as bleed over scandalous b**hes, money and greed
Down for the wettin' them up, n***as be diein' for disrespectin' a thug
Now takin' some slugs and leave these n***as with all they gats in the mud
(Chorus: Spice 1)
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
One of the 50 calibur inside ya
fu*k THE WORLD, I'll load my clips
Slang my ki's, smokin' ounces
Dump n***as in ditches cause I'm a rider
The Black Bossalini put slugs inside ya, motherf**er