paroles de chanson Murder Ain't Crazy - Spice 1
(Chorus):
4x
Groupie
ass
Bitch
type
of
niggas
can't
fade
me
They're
callin'
me
a
lunatic
But
murder
ain't
crazy
(Spice
1- overlapping
chorus)
Yeah,
yeah,
hahahha
Wassup
nigga?
Don't
look
at
me
like
y'all
know
who
I
am
Amerikkka's
nightmare
Spice
muthafuckin'
1
Nigga,
young,
black
You
know
I
won't
give
a
fuck
(Verse
1):
Old
school
drop
caddy
five,
six
niggas
Rollin'
up
in
my
rearview
With
they
fingers
up
on
them
triggers
Come
let's
take
a
trip
And
hop
into
some
gangsta
shit
with
me
13
caps
for
them
niggas
who
wanna
get
with
me
Get
at
me
niggas
empty
enough
clips
at
me
Wanna
put
some
holes
and
some
muthafuckin
rips
in
me
But
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
just
stay
strapped
And
be
a
soldier
about
that
shit
When
it
comes
to
peelin'
their
caps
nigga
So
won't
ya
get
your
blast
on
And
if
you
miss
me
with
your
13
shots
Nigga
your
ass's
gone
Cause
I'm
gon
hit
you
on
that
first
shot
And
then
I
ain't
gon
stop
Until
some
muthafuckas
call
the
cops
Then
i'll
be
187
thousand
like
my
song
say
Cause
you
was
fuckin'
with
this
nigga
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
nigga
could
take
me
out
Rollin'
him
up
like
levis
cough
him
and
stuff
him
Key
him
like
bean
pies
And
niggas
be
talkin'
that
shit
But
yo
ain't
none
of
them
runnin'
up
I'm
gunnin'
up
the
next
nigga
is
feelin'
buck
shots
I
thought
you
niggas
knew
I'm
finna
smoke
that
nigga
boost
of
my
6 deuce
And
when
I
gat
that
ass
someone'll
leave
him
lyin'
there
Cryin'
there
the
muthafucka's
dyin'
there
And
mr.
lawrence
better
have
insurance
Cause
i'ma
g-a-gat
that
ass
with
the
touriz
Rocka-bye
baby
goin'
crazy
Punk
muthafuckas
like
you
can't
fade
me
Tryin'
to
squabb
with
the
clip
and
the
trigger
Ol'
groupie
ass
bitch
type
of
nigga
(Chorus):
4x
Groupie
ass
bitch
type
of
niggas
can't
fade
me
Grabs
my
.45
and
puts
down
my
.380
I
creep
up
on
they
ass
tip-toe
with
the
pump
Split
a
nigga
down
the
middle
like
phillie
blunt
I
keeps
my
strap
by
my
sides
to
keep
niggas
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
Niggas
down
ass
fuck
but
we
don't
wanna
funk
Cause,
ahh,
transportation
is
the
shit
we
used
to
do
Had
a
whole
shop
dropped
mobs
spot
and
crew
W-a-with
a
ring
on
my
muthafuckin'
cellular
As
I
heard
a
nigga
screamin':
'get
the
fuck
out
the
car!'
Nigga
let
me
get
my
chronic
and
my
endo
sacc
As
my
dj
x-tralarge
blew
that
bitch
on
his
back
Runnin'
up
on
some
players
so
I
had
to
figure
He
was
a
groupie
ass
bitch
type
of
nigga
(Chorus
with
overlap):
Yeah
Whassup
nigga?
Y'all
muthafuckas
ain't
fadin'
a
real
last
g
Nigga
Peelin'
cap
for
the
muthafuckin'
strive
Nigga
you
don't
wanna
fuck
with
this
You
don't
won't
none
of
this
Step
back
nigga
Just
listen
Watch
muthafucka
Look
at
some
real
last
niggas
rip
shit
up
For
'94
Punk
ass
nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Back
again
with
some
of
that
murder
shit
Spiggedy
one
whippin'
up
on
that
ass
for
'94
and
'95
bitch
Hahaha
What
y'all
niggas
know
about
a
real
last
g
Ha,
I
kicks
gangsta
shit
daily
Beyoaaatch!
187
thousand
g
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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