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
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
Traduzione: Spice 1. Omicidio non è pazzo.
Tell these hoes listen bitch we ain't gotta please you Cuz we puttin in work, doin shit that G's do and it's true [Chorus] I ain't livin my life to please
I'm wreckless, murder the homicide detective Buried his body and I ain't even get arrested Now police is knocking at my door Looking for me, but I ain't
But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire [Verse 1:] Mama always told me I was crazy My hoes say I'm amazin but I don't listen 2 a lady But the
a coma I ain't playing and I ain't laughing cause I'm passive just looking blasting just like I'm on the lose I'm crazy assassin (nigga) [Hook x8: Juicy
all [x4] Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work Kill em all [x4] Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album [Spice 1] I murda like this
, ain't nothin strange Got a nigga lyin on the floor with half of his fuckin brains Murder and crazy it's just a part of the game Niggas won't kill
[VERSE 1] Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle It's like the jail
at me Me say my name is Spice 1 I never heard a ya My name is Spice 1 I never heard a ya My name is Spice 1 I never heard a ya But a, 187 is a murdera
It's like root beer one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine And the clip and the trigga Mutha fuckas try ta play me yet
who laid me "Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't fade me" Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like that A nigga like me ain't finna go for
all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Spice 1] Niggas playa
temper, make me have to watch me cool Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool But I'm a murderer, murderer I'm a murderer, murderer [Spice 1:]
ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred? Hey, you know, I don't like you to feel like I'm nagging or anything. But don't you think it's about time
x They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t Straight from the state penitentiary They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t From the federal penitentiary [ verse
, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Spice 1] Niggas playa