If you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis Peep game! What you know about a, good girl gone bad, aha I'ma lace you up wit somethin I gave a nigga 8 G
for a walk Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk About the shit that be goin on up in the county jail 5 guards handcuffed a nigga beat him
candle light if you wanna see a G dont ask me go ask Vanna White koopa spend a grand a night wanna show i demand the price thats right because i hot as a
two three I'm a G As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA One two three I'm a G As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA Break em off somethin.. he heh [T-Bone] Here
paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to
baby? ) Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah (can u feel it baby? ) Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah (I want to know) Verse 3: spice-1 A whu, a whu A 1-2-3 It's tha muthafuckin
5-1-0 And 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G? Ha ha ha. To thug or not to thug? To G or not to G? See that's the Question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love
at the mouth And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house My name is Spice 1, I be a vicious motherfucker Get you for a key and leave you
the dead This goes out to my nigga makaveli I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli Rest in playa pieces Niggas die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous
like a muthafucka Bitch got me for a twenty, damn clucka Yeah, your right I'm livin' wrong G And I never gave a fuck about a dope fiend family I seen a
the bushes Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Spice 1, you
see I hops on the flo like my nigga dominoe And get a big fat sack of yay-ay A key or a half a muthafuckin thang Pistol whip a nigga with an ak-ay Peep
'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
20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g And
real nigga s-p-i I'm droppin' shells on a bitch See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick
And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' Glock Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' G Hoppin' out a goddamn 94 Cherokee Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' cooper scoop A
was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest You fail to realize the size you fuckin' with a killer Boss mobster known to be
want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha. If you wanna be