Spice 1 - s**a Ass n***as lyrics

(spice 1) Four years ago i was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till i came with sh** that got a muthaf**a known Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Took a test to be a muthaf**in' g And all the n***as came amazed at me Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack The fiends used to scream for my muthaf**in' sacks I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone But now i'm k**in' n***as on the microphone Sp-spice 1 kickin' sh** to ma** A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath You see that's the life that i lead I put a slug in a n***a try to f** with me So step back move back n***as try to jack But ain't no muthaf**in' love i put you on your back Start some sh** at the party first n***a to glance I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants No shorts on a dove i'm tryna come above They call me spice 1 and ain't no muthaf**in' love (chorus): I said one to the two, two to two three Put a slug in your a** for you to say g The s to the p the i the c-e You s**a a** n***as can't f** with me (spice 1): I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville And when you look up inside you see a n***a 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 i first come i first served basis n***as catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places One of a kind for my people's delight And to you s**a a** n***as you just ain't right Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen And n***as wanna stick you if they see your a** again You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew But n***as walk away and all the bullets hittin' you (chorus) (spice 1): I said one to the two, two to 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 lace Let off rounds you fall down to the ground You s**a a** n***a another dead clown You're a 5 dollar boy and i'm a million dollar player You's a s**a a** n***a i had to spray ya You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine But i'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind I'm comin' from the sickest city around Spittin' some gangsta sh** the dirty bay is the town So g-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead n***a {g-nut:} G-n-u-t in the place to be Pimp straight up out a player's university Every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge Didn't have no mail so i said : 'f** college!' I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack And the game that i spit'll put your b**h on the back I'm dressed to k** i love to style I'm the mc you know hoe check my file The big-lip n***a for your regard 500 dollar spread for the credit card I hit your town then i go back home Break a b**h for her mail bought a cadillac chrome Deep in the cut for all you b**hes delight And if a n***a playa-hate he 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 n***a method man i'ma bring the pain You can't rock the shop if you high off hop You gotta let a n***a know you'll never stop And your game gotta make a lot of sense You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins