You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that
(CHORUS)
n***** wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a f***, I'm just a n**** stayin high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause these playin hatin n***** want to jack me for my rizzide
n***** wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young n**** and I'm tryin to get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause if s***'ll get too funky I might have to get my blast on
It goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funk
Time to get my m*********** 12 gauge pump
I blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casper
I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For them bootsie m************ that be ridin around
Hidin around the corner tryin to get a m*********** down
Wearin his adams apple like a f***** snapple
Dismantle m************, and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they a**
With a fury of them buckshots, crackin they mask
Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama
The big mack from the itty-bitty city
n***** actin s***** so I licks em with my nitty
(CHORUS)
Stick that n****, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some n***** car up out his own garage
I stack them n***** up in them hearses like a can a sardines
2000 dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green
"Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say
187, comin wicked leavin black much day"
I don't be f***** with them n***** who be shady n s***
Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip on
Trip on this n**** that's leavin' em dead in the alley
what's your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali
Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some
See mosta these n***** up in my set, we bustin dumb-dums
My uzi eats em up and spits em out, f*** a t**le bout
I'm pullin my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt
Cause I ain't playin, fightin is f***** around
I'd rather bust and leave your a** 6 feet up under ground
(CHORUS)
(G-Nut)
Yeah, its the G-m*********** Nizzo, that nappy headed n****
They got me lookin up over my shoulder now man
I gotta strap
I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me
b****** snitchin, heh, it really ain't the same
But um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
And that's what the f*** I'm gone do
I'm out this b**** man
And you can get the gat for that
(CHORUS)
n***** wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a f***, I'm just a n**** stayin high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause these playin hatin n***** want to jack me for my rizzide
n***** wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young n**** and I'm tryin to get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause if s***'ll get too funky I might have to get my blast on
It goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funk
Time to get my m*********** 12 gauge pump
I blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casper
I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For them bootsie m************ that be ridin around
Hidin around the corner tryin to get a m*********** down
Wearin his adams apple like a f***** snapple
Dismantle m************, and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they a**
With a fury of them buckshots, crackin they mask
Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama
The big mack from the itty-bitty city
n***** actin s***** so I licks em with my nitty
(CHORUS)
Stick that n****, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some n***** car up out his own garage
I stack them n***** up in them hearses like a can a sardines
2000 dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green
"Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say
187, comin wicked leavin black much day"
I don't be f***** with them n***** who be shady n s***
Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip on
Trip on this n**** that's leavin' em dead in the alley
what's your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali
Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some
See mosta these n***** up in my set, we bustin dumb-dums
My uzi eats em up and spits em out, f*** a t**le bout
I'm pullin my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt
Cause I ain't playin, fightin is f***** around
I'd rather bust and leave your a** 6 feet up under ground
(CHORUS)
(G-Nut)
Yeah, its the G-m*********** Nizzo, that nappy headed n****
They got me lookin up over my shoulder now man
I gotta strap
I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me
b****** snitchin, heh, it really ain't the same
But um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
And that's what the f*** I'm gone do
I'm out this b**** man