Spice 1 Bustas Can't See Me Lyrics

(Intro: Spice 1)
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven
the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven BLAOW!!
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
the one eighty seven

(Spice 1)
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that a__ if I don't shank ya
Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches
Givin' them n____s stitches, smokin' them with the peoples
cause a - ain't no love see I'm just a G
with twin glocks on my side you can't f___ with me
Once again they come at me with that same old s___
Got to show 'em, let 'em know I'm not no punk a__ b____
Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile
S-P-I-C-E comin', we gettin' hard to kill
So sit your a__ down don't you flinch one inch
Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench
Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson
Servin' your a__ like salad dressin'
So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug
Leavin' your b_____ body in the mud

(Spice 1)
Thought you was my n____ but you set me up
Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up
Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill s___ up and gaffle
Put a worm hole in your rotten apple
Time for confrontation, and I know this
ex-drive through won't give me your exact location
So don't be sleepin', cause I'm gon' be creepin'
Cleanin' s___ up, straight street sweepin'
My destination ain't too far
As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car
to come and get ya, I'm drinkin' Red Rum
Don't need a d___ thing for the chase cause I likes to taste
One eight seven artist, play your a__ like a Sega punches
Back in the game, knockin' out teeths'
Blowin' m_________ers in Teresa's pieces

(Chorus: Spice 1)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)
Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)

(Spice 1)
Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo'-five, don't wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
Shake 'em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle 'em down
They claimin' this O.G. is a has been
But I'll be d___ed if I let these
busta's think that I won't pull out my mac again
We can all talk, it ain't no thing to bust
Leavin' your flesh lookin' like it's melted as I raise up outta the cut
Mad man killer, feel me on the realer
wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap filler
Ready to handle my business
Wrappin' it all in my clip blowin' n____s outta eight story windows and s___
So keep your hammer c___ed and keep a close watch
for the nine millimeter and a n____ that's makin' your place look stocked
Peel a cap for the funk he did that's smokin' on this BT
n____s pop at my shadow cause these busta's can't see me