bloaw! (jump up in the house man, chill man) 187, the 187, (faces of death man) the 187 The 187, the 187, the 187 (what you know about faces of death
Preklad: Spice 1. Tváre smrti.
BLOAW! (jump up in the house man, chill man) 187, the 187, (faces of death man) the 187 The 187, the 187, the 187 (what you know about faces of death
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low Lives in this mother fucker (Still thuggin') You
off. [Roxie Hart] - What's the idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo, you aren't never gonna have an act. [Roxie Hart] Says who? [Fred Casely] Face it
motherfuckin nine (spice-1) Yeah I remember that old shit (prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? (spice-1) Yeah
the dead This goes out to my nigga makaveli I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli Rest in playa pieces Niggas die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous
Well alright, Spice 1 in the hiddouse And Short Dawgs in the house, bitch With the L.A. Players, soldiers to the game you know? Yeah Peep Game fool, Ant
the bushes Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Spice 1, you
club up thugs if you down To beat some motherfuckers soft Bullets fucking pepperoni it's phony Step in my face make a nigga catch a case of death Fucking
neva tell di pussy notin bout no pee-pee But Angel tell everybody seh yuh suck it like sweety Rompin' Shop yuh cya style yes Me nuh seh notin bout Spice Me seh Spice
(feat. Bad Azz, Low Lives, Spice 1) [Young Noble: talking] We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown
(feat. AP-9, Spice 1) [C-Bo] I hits em up with a two finger Out the roof of a regal And combat fool I m knowing to pack a Desterin egal Niggas know
deny it I'm a straight ridah, ridah, ridah Label me a trouble maker 'cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya [Verse One: Spice 1
kids lose they life I done seen niggaz mammas smoke the pipe I done grew up with killas, my brother died a drug dealer Like Spice 1 say, even young niggaz
twice with it Gonna sell more albums than those Spice bitches I'm nice with it, holy like Christ scriptures All the mullah, the best yet sendin death
