Spice 1 - Murder Ain't Crazy lyrics

(chorus): 4x Groupie a** b**h type of n***as can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic But murder ain't crazy (spice 1 - overlapping chorus) Yeah, yeah, hahahha Wa**up n***a? Don't look at me like y'all know who i am Amerikkka's nightmare Spice muthaf**in' 1 n***a, young, black You know i won't give a f** (verse 1): Old school drop caddy five, six n***as Rollin' up in my rearview With they fingers up on them triggers Come let's take a trip And hop into some gangsta sh** with me 13 caps for them n***as who wanna get with me Get at me n***as empty enough clips at me Wanna put some holes and some muthaf**in rips in me But i don't give a f** i just stay strapped And be a soldier about that sh** When it comes to peelin' their caps n***a So won't ya get your blast on And if you miss me with your 13 shots n***a your a**'s gone Cause i'm gon hit you on that first shot And then i ain't gon stop Until some muthaf**as call the cops Then i Cause you was f**in' with this n***a on the wrong day (chorus): 4x (verse 2): See i be raisin' them up off the block With my ??? Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city I comes with much cloud And whenever one n***a could take me out Rollin' him up like levis cough him and stuff him Key him like bean pies And n***as be talkin' that sh** But yo ain't none of them runnin' up I'm gunnin' up the next n***a is feelin' buck shots I thought you n***as knew I'm finna smoke that n***a boost of my 6 deuce And when i gat that a** someone'll leave him lyin' there Cryin' there the muthaf**a's dyin' there And mr. lawrence better have insurance Cause i'ma g-a-gat that a** with the touriz Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy Punk muthaf**as like you can't fade me Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger Ol' groupie a** b**h type of n***a (chorus): 4x Groupie a** b**h type of n***as can't fade me Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380 I creep up on they a** tip-toe with the pump Split a n***a down the middle like phillie blunt I keeps my strap by my sides to keep n***as in check And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk n***as down a** f** but we don't wanna funk Cause, ahh, transportation is the sh** we used to do Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew W-a-with a ring on my muthaf**in' cellular As i heard a n***a screamin': 'get the f** out the car!' n***a let me get my chronic and my endo sacc As my dj x-tralarge blew that b**h on his back Runnin' up on some players so i had to figure He was a groupie a** b**h type of n***a (chorus with overlap): Yeah Wha**up n***a? Y'all muthaf**as ain't fadin' a real last g n***a Peelin' cap for the muthaf**in' strive n***a you don't wanna f** with this You don't won't none of this Step back n***a Just listen Watch muthaf**a Look at some real last n***as rip sh** up For '94 Punk a** n***a Yeah Yeah Back again with some of that murder sh** Spiggedy one whippin' up on that a** for '94 and '95 b**h Hahaha What y'all n***as know about a real last g Ha, i kicks gangsta sh** daily Beyoaaatch!!! 187 thousand g