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letra de murder ain't crazy - spice 1

(chorus): 4x
groupie -ss
b-tch type of n-gg-s can’t fade me
they’re callin’ me a lunatic
but murder ain’t crazy

(spice 1 – overlapping chorus)
yeah, yeah, hahahha
w-ssup n-gg-?
don’t look at me like y’all know who i am
amerikkka’s nightmare
spice m-th-f-ckin’ 1
n-gg-, young, black
you know i won’t give a f-ck

(verse 1):
old school drop caddy five, six n-gg-s
rollin’ up in my rearview
with they fingers up on them triggers
come let’s take a trip
and hop into some gangsta sh-t with me
13 caps for them n-gg-s who wanna get with me
get at me n-gg-s empty enough clips at me
wanna put some holes and some m-th-f-ckin rips in me
but i don’t give a f-ck i just stay strapped
and be a soldier about that sh-t
when it comes to peelin’ their caps n-gg-
so won’t ya get your blast on
and if you miss me with your 13 shots
n-gg- your -ss’s gone
cause i’m gon hit you on that first shot
and then i ain’t gon stop
until some m-th-f-ckas call the cops
then i´ll be 187 thousand like my song say
cause you was f-ckin’ with this n-gg- 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-gg- could take me out
rollin’ him up like levis cough him and stuff him
key him like bean pies
and n-gg-s be talkin’ that sh-t
but yo ain’t none of them runnin’ up
i’m gunnin’ up the next n-gg- is feelin’ buck shots
i thought you n-gg-s knew
i’m finna smoke that n-gg- boost of my 6 deuce
and when i gat that -ss someone’ll leave him lyin’ there
cryin’ there the m-th-f-cka’s dyin’ there
and mr. lawrence better have insurance
cause i’ma g-a-gat that -ss with the touriz
rocka-bye baby goin’ crazy
punk m-th-f-ckas like you can’t fade me
tryin’ to squabb with the clip and the trigger
ol’ groupie -ss b-tch type of n-gg-

(chorus): 4x

groupie -ss b-tch type of n-gg-s can’t fade me
grabs my .45 and puts down my .380
i creep up on they -ss tip-toe with the pump
split a n-gg- down the middle like phillie blunt
i keeps my strap by my sides to keep n-gg-s 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-gg-s down -ss f-ck but we don’t wanna funk
cause, ahh, transportation is the sh-t we used to do
had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew
w-a-with a ring on my m-th-f-ckin’ cellular
as i heard a n-gg- screamin’: ‘get the f-ck out the car!’
n-gg- let me get my chronic and my endo sacc
as my dj x-tralarge blew that b-tch on his back
runnin’ up on some players so i had to figure
he was a groupie -ss b-tch type of n-gg-

(chorus with overlap):
yeah
wh-ssup n-gg-?
y’all m-th-f-ckas ain’t fadin’ a real last g
n-gg-
peelin’ cap for the m-th-f-ckin’ strive
n-gg- you don’t wanna f-ck with this
you don’t won’t none of this
step back n-gg-
just listen
watch m-th-f-cka
look at some real last n-gg-s rip sh-t up
for ’94
punk -ss n-gg-
yeah
yeah
back again with some of that murder sh-t
spiggedy one whippin’ up on that -ss for ’94 and ’95 b-tch
hahaha
what y’all n-gg-s know about a real last g
ha, i kicks gangsta sh-t daily
beyoaaatch!
187 thousand g

- spice 1

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