Spice 1 Fucked In The Game Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]
Murder, murder, murder m____fuckas
Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the n____ that's icey like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
You want static with the Fac, bring that a__ on
Tec-9 to the dome, n____, live in traum'
I gotta get on the m____fuckin grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
Cause n____s don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double m or a pistol grip
Robbin m____fuckas to stay alive
Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And O.G.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they a__ split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a f___ed up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a n____
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
I got love for my jammie, it's a d___ shame
But I ain't the one to get f___ed in the game

f___ed in the game

[ VERSE 2 ]
A to the m____fuckin Z
So close your eyes, grip your d___ and count to three
If my dome is tried to f___
I drag your a__ through a alley and chop you up
I ain't takin no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your m____fuckin family
Let Spice hold the double m
I f___ around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my d___ hang
Gunshot bang, had to f___ him up, mayn
So now I'm watchin every n____ with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think I need to see the Wiz cause I'm heartless
Leave a lotta m____fuckas headless
Cap-cap-cap
Leave a n____ brains pulsatin in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like Messy Marvin, leave a mess
Another black-a__ n____ with a glock in his drawers
Gettin paid off the m____fuckin ashpalt
So if you wanna step to a n____ though
I'm pluggin m____fuckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a d___ shame
But I ain't the one to get f___ed in the game

f___ed in the game

I ain't the one

[ VERSE 3 ]
Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that a__, that's where I'm comin from
12 o'clock at night, n____, up in the cut
Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the f___?
Livin like a m____fuckin sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a m____fucka fo'head
Emptied up the g______ clip and left mo' dead
4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Got 5 caps left, 5 n____s got 8
To the dome, to the m____fuckin dome
Duck quick as f___ when I reach for the chrome
I got the vest, I got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin m____fuckas up like doja
A n____ that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you f___ with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a n____ fry
A good night for a m____fuckin walk-by
Like BBD give me the gat and I'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a Saturday night I'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the p____ waitin to get f___ed by the f___er
Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a d___ shame
But I ain't the one to get f___ed in the game

f___ed in the game

Yeah
All y'all n____s out there in the m____fuckin spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
n____s ain't bullshittin in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest

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