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letra de yo life - spice 1

[chorus: nawfside outlaw & spice 1]
i don’t think you really want it with my n-gga spice
(du, du, du, du, duu, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)
hope you don’t think we bullsh-ttin’ ’cause we don’t f-ck around
when we be hittin’ them corners, them haters be duckin’ down (du, du, du, du, duu, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)

[verse 1 : spice 1]
comin’ out of hayward california a city you never heard of
two minutes from east oakland, where we see too many murders
as a youngster watchin’ the police roll by
any n-ggas bullsh-ttin’ in these streets is gon’ die
’cause if you don’t pay attention to what’s really goin’ on
you subject to get caught up, n-gga you ain’t goin’ home
you don’t wanna be a victim (nah, you don’t wanna be a victim, nah, h-ll nah)
so peep sh-t, play dumb, fall back and move different
i was built for this sh-t, and i done conquered all my demons
been broke, paid and lied to, b-tch and even cheated
taken advantage of, hungry with no food in my belly
or full from eatin’ lobster, shrimps, steak and spaghetti (blaow!)

[chorus: nawfside outlaw & spice 1]
i don’t think you really want it with my n-gga spice
(du, du, du, du, du, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)
hope you don’t think we bullsh-ttin’ ’cause we don’t f-ck around
when we be hittin’ them corners, them haters be duckin’ down
(du, du, du, du, duu, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)
[verse 2: spice 1]
ol’ weird ass n-ggas, you know who the f-ck you is
you don’t wanna catch this fade, and you steady keep duckin’ b-tch (ha ha ha sucka n-gga)
you’s a sucka, and i tried to help your b-tch ass
but you keep on doin’ sh-t that’s makin’ a mothaf-cka flash
callin’ it gangsta rap, but the gangsta in me comin’ for the wrap
got a mothaf-cka ready to find your ass and put you on your back, b-tch! (ha ha)
i’m tired of these f-ckin’ weirdos
the type of n-ggas that be gettin lap dances from bearded ho’s (ha ha ha)
i don’t know what this world is comin’ to
but n-gga i’m about to get money, that’s what i’m gonna do
you ain’t gon’ believe you got spice 1 in front of you
ready to beat yo’ ass like you stole my weed (ohh yeaaah)
and my money too, b-tch!

[verse 3: spice 1]
h-hater ass n-ggas drag my name through the mud
and every time i fi-u-find myself pickin’ it back up
wash it off, but that’s why i’m a self-made n-gga though
came a long way and got a long way to go (blaow!)
see that’s the difference between us
i don’t give a f-ck and it show up in my demeanor
b-uh-b-barnum and bailey circus so late you’s a clown
the difference between us, you’s a nickel sack to my pound
you that low-berry quiet, i’m the mothaf-ckin’ loud
i’m the n-gga on the stage, you’s a hater in the crowd
while the real n-ggas and b-tches be out there representin’
you on some hater sh-t, out there with them b-tches who simpin’ (wow)
[chorus: nawfside outlaw & spice 1]
i don’t think you really want it with my n-gga spice
(du, du, du, du, du, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)
hope you don’t think we bullsh-ttin’ ’cause we don’t f-ck around
when we be hittin’ them corners, them haters be duckin’ down
(du, du, du, du, duu, du, du, duuu)
it’s like you playin’ with yo’ life (laa-e-ife, laa-e-i-i-ife)

- spice 1

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