paroles de chanson Give The "G" A Gat - Spice 1
(Chorus:
Spice
1)
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
(Spice
1)
Spiggity
One
whippin'
up
on
that
ass
look
what
I
got
that's
quick
to
blast
Blowin'
'em
up
on
they
back
as
I
sm-a-smash
Runnin'
up
and
down
the
block
with
a
fo'-five
pistol
up
in
my
lap
And
niggas
be
comin'
up
short
when
I
cap
And
I
leave
they
ass
in
a
zipped
up
sack,
player
So
don't
be
steppin'
to
these
g's
The
Faculty
got
me
bizzack
we
strim
that
with
Uzi's
So
what
the
fuck
you
wanna
do?
Leave
your
ass
in
a
motherfuckin'
coma
fool
Peelin'
a
cap
back,
Red
Rum
Fac
as
I
jack
these
niggas
Niggas
put
your
motherfuckin'
fingers
on
a
triggers
G-Nut,
(whattup
fool?)
since
your
ready
to
blast
(haha)
Pull
out
my
your
shit
and
put
a
cap
in
they
ass
nigga
(G-Nut)
Well
it's
the
G-the-N-U-T,
all
you
haters
envy
me
So
check
it,
cause
I'ma
'bout
to
wreck
it
for
the
ninety-fo'
Roll
a
couple
rhyme
to
get
my
crippin'
up
the
par
Now
when
I
cock
the
hammer
bro
I'm
shootin'
for
the
stars
And
I
don't
give
a
fuck
who
you
be
G
Cause
whoever
you
are,
it
ain't
no
way
in
the
world
you
can
be
me
I'm
comin'
from
the
haystack,
way
back
where
they
grow,
froze
Up
or
on
the
other
that
I
wonder
if
the
bowl
knows
that
I
ducks
this
Cause
I
loves
this,
one
eight
seven
roughness
Yeah
it's
the
Nut
bitch
the
nappy
that
you
stuck
with
So
Din
Fin
is
you
ready
to
blast?
(Whattup
my
nigga?)
Slip
in
the
clip
and
put
a
slug
in
that
ass
(Din
Fin)
If
I
don't
grab
that
shit
and
poppin'
who
gon'
pop
first?
The
nigga
that'll
make
your
face
burst
Or
worthless
I
can
be
packed
up
in
the
first
side
of
my
hearse
(comin'
with
dirt)
Cause
I'm
all
alone
and
my
clip
ain't
killin'
the
niggas
that
jump
I
pumps
two
sick
of
his
side
of
his
chest
and
dumpin'
him
in
a
truck
No
pistol
blister
fuckin'
that
nigga
since
I
dump
him
a
realer
ditch
Pullin'
all
my
glock
clockin'
and
unload
clippin'
when
that
nigga
twitch
Better
wear
a
vest
I'm
aimin'
at
head
and
puttin'
your
ass
to
rest
Pump
test
or
Mack
with
a
bigger
gat
that'll
penetrate
your
vest
Their
naffy
government
causin'
trouble
when
I'm
bubblin'
Smokin'
bomb
and
kickin'
it
with
my
niggas
on
thai
but
who
be
bubblin'
So
Frank
J
if
you
ready
to
blast
(you
know
the
rules)
Load
up
your
gat
and
bust
a
cap
in
that
ass
(Frank
J)
Frankly
forty-seven
for
the
nine-fo'
fuckin'
him
up
Recruit
when
I
rap
like
that
with
a
funky
rhyme
flow
And
if
you
can't
feel
me
then
just
kill
me
for
this
weak
shit
Oh
no,
never
that,
ohh
I
finna
freak
this
So
peep
this
corner
risin'
game
I
finna
spit
And
if
you
still
can't
feel
me
then
I
might
have
to
spit
a
zip
Cause
niggas
like
me
be
breakin'
a
bitch
Rippin'
and
strivin'
a
person
could
of
been
much
more
worse
Per
man
with
the
man
even
the
man
they
live
in
a
hearse
Cause
I
would've
murdered
first
Livin'
a
fast
life
stickin'
up
tricks,
kickin'
at
nigga's
dolls
All
those
who
oppose
to
the
Fac
they
will
be
disposed
Openin'
up
your
motherfuckin'
chest
with
one
of
these
hollow
tips
It'll
be
whistlin'
Dixy
to
your
ass
when
this
hollow
hit
(Chorus:
Spice
1)
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
(187
Fac)
Here
comes
a
nigga
like
the
coolest
out
to
get
respect
and
snappin'
necks
Creepin'
with
the
Tech
a
nigga
known
to
leave
a
bloody
mess
The
sickest
motherfucker
with
the
loadest
clip
And
ready
to
empty
the
clip
into
the
hip
of
the
nigga
talkin'
shit
I
gots
to
creep
low
and
stay
low
and
let
these
motherfuckers
know
When
the
Tech's?
a
nigga
hates
to
see
the
murder
show
The
figgity
Fac
is
in
the
fuckin'
house
and
that's
the
fuckin'
truth
Now
tell
me
how
it
feels
to
be
that
one
eighty
seven
fuckin'
proof
Sittin'
on
the
roof
with
my
Tech-Nine
bustin'
for
my
help
With
so
many
shots
in
your
ass
I'll
make
the
fuckin'
clip
melt
(?
(who?)
since
you
ready
to
blast
nigga
Get
on
the
mic
and
put
a
cap
in
that
ass)
-->
Spice
1
(187
Fac)
I'm
raisin'
niggas
up
off
they
feet,
six
deep
drivin'
taxi
Never
known
for
pushin'
crack
and
re-askin'
causin'
headaches
in
your
family
Baggin'
up
my
rocks
makin'
money,
niggas
can't
fade
the
187
Faculty
We
be
pumpin'
thug
niggas
extra
clip,
bill
is
fill
to
his
capacity
Makin'
stacks
of
g's
ain't
no
turnin'
back
Sippin'
on
some
new
Con
Jack
I
watch
my
old
gat
Into
beat
you
to
retaliate
you
fucked
Suckin'
up?
from
inside
your
fuckin'
casket
is
your
next
lunch
So
hear
the
church
bells
jingle,
I'm
comin'
out
the
gut
strapped
Raunchy
black
like
the
season?
With
the
blower
burnin'
gun
smoke
my
self
defence
And
greedy
grease
and
bloody
feet
will
left
the
evidence
It's
pitiful,
I'm
smokin'
on
some
wonderful
shit
Gonna
have
you
rollin'
with
your
strap
bustin'
caps
in
your
vehicle
? Act,
representin'
the
haystack
Quick
to
fill
my
pockets
with
your
cash
and
bust
a
cap
in
that
ass
nigga
(Spice
1)
Hahahahaha,
beeatch!
You're
just
a
thing
of
the
past
Too
many
motherfuckin'
caps
in
that
ass
nigga
(Chorus:
Spice
1)
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
Nik-nak
paddy
wack,
give
a
G
a
gat
Whippin'
up
on
that
ass
it's
the
187
Fac
nigga
1 D-Boyz Got Love For Me
2 Face Of A Desperate Man
3 Strap On The Side
4 Jealous Got Me Strapped
5 Tell Me What That Mail Like
6 Doncha Runaway
7 Hard To Kill
8 Nigga Sings The Blues - Blackjack's Version
9 You Can Get A Gat For That
10 Bustas Can't See Me
11 Murder Ain't Crazy
12 Stickin' To The "G" Code
13 Give The "G" A Gat
14 Three Strikes
15 You Done Fucked Up
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