Born II Die

Lyrics

[Intro] Evil lurks in the mind of a mad man I have to call Spice 1 to put in work [Spice 1] Yeah straight mothafuckin' East Bay killa in the house Spice mothafuckin' 1 {*blam*} That's how you do it! You just mob up on a nigga and shoot him in his MOTHAFUCKIN' HEAD And drag him out the car, and get your MOTHAFUCKIN' mob on Yeah.. mothafuckin' G shit jumpin' off tonight Mothafuckin' fire, beotch! [Hook] Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him born II die, BLAOW Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang [Verse 1: Spice 1] My gat scream fire The bullet told me shoot that mothafucka, he's a liar I talk to my 380 like a bitch on the stroll When niggas try to dick me I haul off and let her ho, kill 'em all I can't be fucked in this game, I'mma psychopath My AK, told me to shove him up some niggas ass I'm havin' long conversations with Mr. Millimeter He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass nigga eater And Missus Mossberg, livin' up in that back trunk You know that old school bitch, she like to get in funk It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams My granddaddy Mr. AR-15 Said he was my only family Shoot straight, and please don't jam me My own Glock pistol whipped me in my fuckin' head Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin' Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talkin' I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker, you're Born II Die [Chorus] One to the chest and one to the dome Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die) Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull a loose thang [Verse 2: Spice 1] Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs And if the shit jump off I'm killin' everythang Don't be actin like no bitch when the funk is on Cause if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone One for the Glock, two for the clip Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip Niggas who ride, strap on the side Open up your chest bout THIS fuckin' wide This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me I split your cranium so mothafuckin' easy Leavin' you bloody dead and shot My Glock goosed up your body like the mothafuckin' dreadlock So get yo' ass home 'fore you catch some slugs Brain runnin' down the drain like the LA floods Don't be fuckin' with the S-P-I I'm tellin' you motherfuckers I was Born II Die [Chorus] One to the chest and one to the dome Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die) Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang [Verse 3: Spice 1] One-eighty-seven proof-ass nigga from the Bay AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay On the concrete die in one beat of the heart Seven day old ass body smell a little tart Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine Robbin your mothafuckin' ass clean Blow the heart out a motherfucker back Nigga shit on hisself, when I pull out my strap Got a chrome fo'-five, bout nine in the clip In two ?? days, begin to mob and dip It's just another tale of some gangsta shit Where niggas murder in the first from a verse that spit Bitch-ass niggas, expire, retire Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire So don't get caught up in the mix I, let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm Born II Die [Chorus] One to the chest and one to the dome Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die) Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown Well if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him pull loose thang [Outro: Spice 1] Yeah, nigga Straight walkin' up on a mothafucka And takin' his shit with a AK-47 nigga Get yo' shit cause it's on Tell your ho you gon' be back Uhh, nigga gon' give up his shit Or he gon' catch a mothafuckin' slug Yeah, you gon' catch a mothafuckin' slug Uhh, Spice 1 in the mothafuckin' house Straight killin' 'em all, blaow Hehehahahahahahahahah Hahahahahahahahahahaha Ahahahahahahahaha!! Motherfuckers