Testo Born II Die - Spice 1
Testo della canzone Born II Die (Spice 1), tratta dall'album Tales From the Hood (The Soundtrack)
Evil lurks in the mind of a madman
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
Yeah, straight motherfuckin' East Bay killa in the house
Spice motherfuckin' 1
That's how you do it
You just mob up on a nigga, shoot him in his motherfuckin' head
And drag him out the car and get yo' motherfuckin' mob on
Yeah, motherfuckin' G shit jumpin' off the '9-5
Biatch!
Kill 'em off like this, biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' born to die, bloaw
Kill 'em off like that, biddy-bye-bye-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' pull uzi thang
My gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker, he's a liar
I talked to my.380 like a bitch on a stroll
When niggas try to deck me I haul off and let a ho
Kill 'em all, I can't be fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up them niggas' ass
I'm havin' long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass nigga eater
And Mrs. Mossberg loaded up in that back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she likes to get in funk
And splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My granddaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight and please don't jam me
My own Glock pistol whipped me in my fuckin' head
'Cause he said I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got up out of the club, my gat started walkin'
Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talkin'
I woke up and it was sick to see them guts
Found my strap, told me Spice, motherfucker, you're born to die
Three holes in the chest and one to the dome
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born to die)
Ain't no vest for the head so your brains get blown
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill 'em off like this, biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' born to die, bloaw
Kill 'em off like that, biddy-bye-bye-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' pull uzi thang
Bring the Glocks and Berettas and the uzi things
And if the shit jump off I'm killin' everything
Don't be actin' like no bitch when the funk is on
'Cause if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
One for the Glock, two for the clip
Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip
Nigga, hoo-ride, strapped on the side
Open up yo' chest 'bout this fuckin' wide
This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me
I'll split yo' cranium so motherfuckin' easy
Leavin' you bloody dead and shot
My Glock twist up yo' body like some motherfuckin' dreadlocks
So get yo' ass on 'fore you catch some slugs
Brain runnin' down the drain like the LA Flood
Don't be fuckin' with the S-P-I
I'm tellin' you motherfuckers I was born to die
Three holes in the chest and one to the dome
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born to die)
Ain't no vest for the head so your brains get blown
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill 'em off like this, biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' born to die, bloaw
Kill 'em off like that, biddy-bye-bye-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' pull uzi thang
187 Proof-ass nigga from the Bay
AK spray, beat yo' dead body as it lay
On the concrete, dyin' one beat of the heart
Seven-day-old-ass body smell a little tart
Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine
Robbin' yo' motherfuckin' ass clean
Blow the heart out a motherfucker back
Nigga shit on hisself when I pull out my strap
Got a chrome.45, 'bout nine in the clip
Put two in that ass, begin to mob and dip
It's just another tale of some gangsta shit
But if it's murder in the first then my verse is spit
Bitch-ass niggas, expire, retire
Stab 'em in the throat with the Dayton Spoked Wire
So don't get caught up in the mix
I let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm born to die
Three holes in the chest and one to the dome
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Ain't no vest for the head so your brains get blown
If them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone
Kill 'em off like this, biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' born to die, bloaw
Kill 'em off like that, biddy-bye-bye-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, I'm sayin' pull uzi thang
Yeah, nigga
Straight walkin' up on a motherfucker
And takin' his shit with an AK-47, nigga
Get yo' shit 'cause it's on, tell yo' ho you gon' be back
Huh, nigga gon' give up his shit or he gon' catch a motherfuckin' slug
Yeah, you gon' catch a motherfuckin' slug
Huh, Spice 1 in the motherfuckin' house
Straight killin' 'em all, bloaw
Motherfuckers
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Writer(s): Maurice Stewart, Robert Lee Jr. Green
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