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letra de ain't sayin nothin - spice 1

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[intro: c.p.]
man i hear ’em talkin’ down but they ain’t sayin’ nothin
(hold up)
better ease up fast homeboy, stop frontin’
man just look into my eyes, ain’t no fear here on my side
my forty five sing lullaby’s
like laa la la laa la la la laa

[verse 1: hussein fatal]
i take no pride in hatin’ a n-gga, i rather ride by high and put eight in a n-gga
these days can’t even keep it straight with a n-gga
they mad, can’t even share a plate with a n-gga
doped up, sleep for years, now i’m woke up
n-gga talkin’ down on my name is gettin’ choked up
dog, you outta ya mind, free lunch is over there b
you outta ya line, feel blessed to be in my presence
trap or street, drop a jewel every line, they just yap to beats (o.g. sh-t)
i’m the caterpillar, right before the b-tterfly
rock ’em to sleep my forty-five singin’ lullaby’s

[chorus: c.p.]
man i hear ’em talkin’ down but they ain’t sayin’ nothin
(i can hear ’em talkin down) (hold up)
better ease up fast homeboy, stop frontin’
man just look into my eyes, ain’t no fear here on my side
my forty-five sing lullaby’s
like laa la la laa la la la laa

[verse 2: b-legit]
forty got the beam on it, murda got the team on it
i ain’t got opponents, ’cause n-ggas never want it
i be eatin’ donuts, cops don’t patrol here
n-ggas got warrants so i post when the coast clear yeah
rollin’ don’t wind up (wind up) lose lips get you beat down and tied up
yeah, hit the road for like nine months, came back with a case pocket had the [?]
porsche black the fo’-five, i hear the police takin’ black lives
but we don’t wanna talk, they don’t wanna listen
that leave you f-ck boys in a f-cked position

[chorus: c.p.]
man i hear ’em talkin’ down but they ain’t sayin’ nothin
(i can hear ’em talkin down) (hold up)
better ease up fast homeboy, stop frontin’
man just look into my eyes, ain’t no fear here on my side
my forty-five sing lullaby’s (forty-five)
like laa la la laa la la la laa

[verse 3: spice 1]
cassius clay’n mothaf-ckas done knockin’ they f-ckin’ block off
no i mean literally, knockin’ they f-ckin’ block off
plannin’ and plottin’ from one plot to the next
i’m hood certified, n-gga i don’t earned my ‘spect
yo’ goons n-gga where they at? i’m mercin’ ’em first
i’m from a time when your enemies will shoot up ya he-rs-
and a passionate war, redrum with no chaser
hit you b-tch n-ggas with led, just to erase ya
from chi town to l.a. to the n.y.c
from texas to new orleans, washington d.c
i’m hood certified, everywhere i go in the nation
they say d-mn that n-gga spice 1 be all over the place
and i just

[chorus: c.p.]
man i hear ’em talkin’ down but they ain’t sayin’ nothin
(i can hear ’em talkin down) (hold up)
better ease up fast homeboy, stop frontin’
man just look into my eyes, ain’t no fear here on my side
my forty-five sing lullaby’s (forty-five)
like laa la la laa la la la laa

[outro: spice 1]
yeah, mayn what’s happenin’ this spice 1, bossalini fetty chicho, shiznilty blaow! heh
you already know what’s goin’ down
chea! what’s poppin’ b-legit
rest in peace to my n-gga hussain fatal
shout out to my homeboy ryan
yeah f-ck f-ckboy flex n-gga
b-tch ass n-gga blaow!

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