.380 on That Ass

Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc the Mouthpiece & Spice 1] Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off Peace to my motherfuckin' nine Yeah, I remember that old shit So is you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit But, ah, partner, I don't even fuck with the nine no more, Hav' Man, don't you know the nina is the shit? [Verse 1: Spice 1] Motherfucker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer P-E-A-C-E to my motherfuckin' nine servin' ya 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you are Want an autograph bullet, you can call me shootin' star, nigga I'm makin' the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit .380 puckin' up on that ass, come and test me, bitch You don't know who the fuck you're steppin to, my nigga, row I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do' My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) ain't sunny Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip Thinkin' 187 proof, nigga, come take a sip I'm sick as fuck, I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave you in the street for homicide after .380 burst 187 on an undercover P-I-G They better duck when they see the chrome .380 Off Hennessy, I'm suicidal, I don't give a fuck So if my face wrinkle up, everybody duck I rush a nigga, bust a bigger hole in his ass 'Cause hollow tip will find your bootyhole when I blast The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya, it was instant death 187,000 G, motherfucker, rest The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit [Hook: Spice 1] .380 on that ass bitch B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy [Verse 2: Spice 1] Biddy bye bye Me hit the block with my .380 Them niggas ballin' lookin' kinda shady They owe me money and they better pay me My shit will fuck up ya posse with the S-C-C .380 talkin' to me tellin' me blow a nigga back So listen closely to the echo of the clap Hit the motherfuckin' blocks and my niggas My motherfuckin' niggas with they fingers on the triggers So now I gotta smob and P-P-P-POP, POP And buck with that .380 until a motherfucker drop It's in my car, boy slammed it on a under-tip I used to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip I let my cousin use the shit to jack the Dana-Danes A GTA with jackin', nigga, left the bloodstain On the seat of the car, he thought I was a star Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw [Hook: Spice 1] .380 on that ass bitch B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at .380 (Everybody duck) N-Niggas look crazy [Interlude: Havoc & Spice 1] So why you quit fuckin' with the nine? I got love for nina, G, but she won't fit in my motherfuckin' top Don't you know that nigga Prod' and Hav' fuck with the nine and the .380? [Verse 3: Havikk the Rhime Son & Prodeje] I blow a nigga's ass to Hell that's why I bust so deep I pack a fuckin' .3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin' sleep I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama, fool .380 leavin' motherfuckers in a blood pool So chase your skill, better yet, nigga, run and hide I do a nigga on the slide when I hoo-ride So, nigga smilin' eat the shells from the ATV A maniac peelin' caps down with the Faculty I'm ready to kill a nigga quick, I'm ready to kill a nigga 187 ways to Heaven when I drill a nigga Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin' They ass is trippin' 'cause the nina gave that ass a whippin' The backstreet way yard six feet digger Loc'd out with the nine makin' that ass shiverThe Murder Squad's quick to smoke ya Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom, niggas over I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homie's hearse I pack a nine but, yo, I'm down to pack a .3-8-0 And pump some motherfuckin' slugs up in yo' anus hole So buckle up because the S-P-I-C-E is strapped And leaving your brains pulsating in your fuckin' lap The cartel is full of killers The Mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers The giddily fuckin' Faculty, the Prodeje, the killers be the smokin' nigga quicker .380's on that asshole, nigga [Hook: Spice 1] B-Blast at .380 Niggas look crazy (Everybody duck) B-Blast at .380 N-Niggas look crazy (Everybody duck) B-Blast at .380 N-Niggas look crazy (Everybody duck) B-Blast at .380 N-Niggas look crazy (Everybody duck)