Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - 380 on That Ass lyrics

(Prodeje) Go on, remember that sh** you was kickin off Peace to my motherf**in nine (Spice-1) Yeah I remember that old sh** (Prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that sh** on your new album or what? (Spice-1) Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that sh** But ah, partner I don't even f** with the nine no more half (Prodeje) Man don't you know the Nina is the sh**? (Spice-1) Motherf**er, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer P-E-A-C-E to my motherf**in nine servin ya Cause I don't give a f** who you are Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, n***a I'm makin the murda sh** to kick you in your a** a bit 380 puckin up on that a** come and test me b**h You don't know who the f** you're steppin to my n***a row I'll bust a cap and leave that a** dead by the do' My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) sunny Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip Thinkin 187 proof n***a come take a sip I'm sick, as f** I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst 187 on an undercover P-I-G They better duck when they see the chrome 380 Off Hennessey, I'm suicidal, I don't give a f** So if my face wrinkle up, everybody duck I rush a n***a bust a bigger hole in his a** Cause hollow tip will find your bootyhole when I blast The bullet f**ed ya when I bucked ya it was instant d**h 187,000 g motherf**er rest The n***a tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta sh** (Chorus: Spice-1) 380 on that a** b**h B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) n***as look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-n***as look crazy (Spice-1) Me hit the block with my 380 Them n***as ballin lookin kinda shady They owe me money and they better pay me My sh** will f** up ya posse with the S-C-C 380 talkin to me tellin me blow a n***a back So listen closely to the echo of the clap Hit the motherf**in blocks and my n***as My motherf**in n***as with they fingers on the triggers So now I gotta smob and P-P-P-POP, POP And buck with that 380 until a motherf**er drop It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip I used to k** a motherf**er for his blunted grip I let my cousin use the sh** to jack the Dana-Danes A G-T-A with jackin n***a left the bloodstain On the seat of the car he thought I was a star Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw (Chorus: Spice-1) 380 on that a** b**h B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) n***as look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-n***as look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) n***as look crazy B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) N-n***as look crazy (Prodeje) So why you quit f**in with the nine? (Spice-1) I got love for Nina G but she won't fit in my motherf**in top (Havikk) Don't you know that n***a Prod and Hav f** with the nine and the 380? (Havoc) I blow a n***as a** to hell that's why I bust so deep I pack a f**in 3-8-0 up in my motherf**in sleep I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool 380 leavin motherf**ers in a blood pool So chase your sk** better yet n***a run and hide I do a n***a on the slide when I hoop ride So n***a smilin eat the shells from the A-T-V Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty (Havikk) I'm ready to k** a n***a, quick I'm ready to k** a n***a 187 ways to heaven when I drill a n***a Then k** a daisy motherf**ers with the pistol grippin They a** is trippin because the Nina gave that a** a whippin The back-street way yard six feet digger Loced out with the nine makin that a** shiver The murders watch quickly smoked up Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom n***as over (Prodeje) I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf**er till it bursts And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0 And pump some motherf**in slugs up in yo' an*s hole So punk ?look up? cause the S-P-I-C-E is strapped And leave your brains pole sating in your f**in lap (Havikk) The cartel is for the k**ers the Mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers The giddily f**in faculty the Prodeje the k**ers be the smokin n***a quicker 380's on that a**hole n***a (Chorus: Spice-1) B-Blast at 380 n***as look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-n***as look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-n***as look crazy (everybody duck) B-Blast at 380 N-n***as look crazy (everybody duck)