380 On That Ass

(Prodeje)
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 Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off
 Peace to my motherf**kin 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, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
 But ah, partner I don't even f**k with the nine no more half
 (Prodeje)
 Man don't you know the nina is the shit?
 (Spice-1)
 Motherf**ker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer
 P-e-a-c-e to my motherf**kin nine servin ya
 Cause I don't give a f**k who you are
 Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
 I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit
 380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch
 You don't know who the f**k you're steppin to my nigga row
 I'll bust a cap and leave that ass 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 nigga come take a sip
 I'm sick, as f**k 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 3-ad
 I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a f**k
 So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
 I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass
 Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
 The bullet f**ked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
 187, 000 g motherf**ker rest
 The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit
 (Chorus: spice-1)
 380 on that ass bitch
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 Niggas look crazy
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 N-niggas look crazy
 (Spice-1)
 Me hit the block with my 3-ad
 Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady
 They owe me money and they better pay me
 My shit will f**k up ya posse with the s-c-c
 380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back
 So listen closely to the echo of the clap
 Hit the motherf**kin blocks and my niggas
 My motherf**kin niggas 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**ker drop
 It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
 I used to kill a motherf**ker for his blunted grip
 I let my cousin use the shit to jack the dana-danes
 A g-t-a with jackin nigga 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 ass bitch
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 Niggas look crazy
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 N-niggas look crazy
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 Niggas look crazy
 B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
 N-niggas look crazy
 (Prodeje)
 So why you quit f**kin with the nine?
 (Spice-1)
 I got love for nina g but she won't fit in my motherf**kin top
 (Havikk)
 Don't you know that nigga prod and hav f**k with the nine and the 380?
 (Havoc)
 I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
 I pack a f**kin 3-8-0 up in my motherf**kin sleep
 I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
 380 leavin motherf**kers in a blood pool
 So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide
 I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride
 So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v
 Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty
 (Havikk)
 I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga
 187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga
 Then kill a daisy motherf**kers with the pistol grippin
 They ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin
 The back-street way yard six feet digger
 Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver
 The murders watch quickly smoked up
 Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over
 (Prodeje)
 I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf**ker 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**kin slugs up in yo' anus hole
 So punk? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
 And leave your brains pole sating in your f**kin lap
 (Havikk)
 The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
 The giddily f**kin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker
 380's on that asshole nigga
 (Chorus: spice-1)
 B-blast at 380
 Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
 B-blast at 380
 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
 B-blast at 380
 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
 B-blast at 380
 N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)