What's wrong nigga? What's wrong huh?. You scared nigga? You scared?. What you can't talk with a motherfuckin' gun in your mouth nigga?. I'm gonna give you a three count. I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out. One what you think about what you thinkin'?. I'm proud two kinda slick motherfucker. Nineteen motherfuckin' nine-fo' comin' at cha. Ga-ga-gangsta Spice motherfuckin' 1. I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson. Fo'-fever leave a motherfuckin' crime 'fore he take his last breather. So come along take a trip to the dirt track. Where the young niggas be takin' your car and be peelin' your cap back. That's why it's A to the motherfuckin' yay. Keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay. Mainly off gat I'm goin' brain dead inside. Talkin' to my homies 'Scratchy' tellin' me he wanna ride. On the nigga that peeled his cap so now I'm on the streets. With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat. And it's fo' to the motherfuckin' five. Gat that ass leave 'em dead in the Ives. Red Rum on the late night catch my case right at the crack hut. Niggas better back up while I fix my sack up. Pistol whip shit kick that ass quick. Quick to rip shit 'cause I'm a Coca Cola Classic. O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me D-Boyz got love for me. Da tha tha da tha tha. Da tha tha da tha tha. Da tha tha da tha tha. Da tha tha da tha tha. I'ma chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin' lawn. Like jump like Red gone nigga I'll be ready the funk is on. So call up the Paramedics and tell 'em that you're dyin' nigga. I roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin' trigger. I lets my hair platt and took his mail stack. Now he's a stiff black 'cause I was at that. I'm dumpin' these niggas in ditches back to back. Hangin' they ass from telephone posts. To leavin' 'em makin' 'em bleed without no money. Gun me hoe niggas wanna do that do that. But I go out and get a new gat new gat and let 'em have it. Nigga so D-Boyz got love for me. I got love for D-Boyz 'cause D-Boyz got love for me. I got love for D-Boyz 'cause D-Boyz got love for me. Nigga got outta line I had to chop him. Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap. Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop him. Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap. Nigga got outta place youse got to pop him. Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap. Rookie get outta line you better ice him. Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap. Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy soda for bakin'. Cupcakes and cookies rappies I'm makin' huh. Tall cash can't let eat up my grass. Don't make me have to come back and split your parents house in half. With my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina Mr. Meaner body bleeder. Heartless empty the cartridge roll. Smartless get out and die so cold. Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic. I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic. Niggas think that I be bluffin' when I tell 'em I'm a good shot. But I'm also into some other things. Like ice picks and piano strings. So bitch I'm tryin' to get nickerage. Open up shop cotton candy and liquorice uh. [Incomprehensible]. Shoot 'em up now. [Incomprehensible]. Blaow Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat ass for nine-four. Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha. [Incomprehensible]. Shoot 'em up now. [Incomprehensible] byd-a-bye bye. Blaow they call me Spiggity one Spiggity one. (Spiggity sp sp spiggity sp sp spit nigga). Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun byd-a-bye bye. Chill man me roll down the block with my nigga. [Incomprehensible]. Byd-a-bye bye Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat ass. Chill man livin' in the city is a motherfuckin' task. What's a 7 0 7 on er your trunk nigga? 5 10. 4 1 5's? yeah that's four fifteens if y'all bitches didn't know. Yeah bitch stupid ass hoes. Da tha tha sing it with me. Da tha tha da tha tha ah yeah