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点击复制Kill Street Blues (Explicit) - Spice 1
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Sit your 5 dollar a** down
Ni**a 'fore a chief baller make change
Cookin' up yae yo at 3 in the mornin'
Choppin' up game sackin' up caine
Fetty was layin' all over the floor
I guess you cold say that I was slippin'
As the door kick in
I stick in my clip and begin the dippin'
Up on these so called popo
But I know it can't be nuthin' but some niggas
Runnin' up in ski masks
So I continue to curse and blast that asses out
Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes
Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack thangs start lettin' off
Niggas catchin' slugs to the face
Baking soda some niggas brains coc*ine all over the place
Took a dive behind the coach
Heard a ni**a say"We gonn' kill you"
My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said"F**k them niggas I feel you"
So I bail up outta the cut tryin' ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in"The King of New York"
Now it's 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I still don't snooze
'Cuz all my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
1 ni**a died high
Face down in uncut yae
I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body
Told him have a nice day
My homie said"The real feds is comin'" said he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body he told me get the sh*t
Ran to the kitchen hopin' over the deceased
Gotta get the rocks money and powder and evade the police
Put the fetty up in my hand gotta be quick gotta be nimble
Look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the window
Now it's time for me and my homie to mob the f**k on out
As we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house
Can't say nuthin' about them other niggas them haters is out there dead
Couple a slugs up in they head with a house full of feds
And ain't no time to be stickin' around
I'm hearin' them ambulances and homocides
I'm ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this"G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped ni**a dyin' on me
Partner dropped down to the ground
That's when them popo started firin' on me
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Threw the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the popo yelled out freeze
Lost a down a** homie and the yae yo man
But f**k it I'ma keep the cheese
My partners eyes wide open
Ni**a layin' there one breath too short
But each time ya ni**a Spice 1 hit the corner
In a big white cloud of smoke
Federalles on my bumper baby
Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no punk
Use the right hand to do the drivin' thang
And the left hand ready to dump
Led 'em on a high speed chase
For about 30 minutes or a little bit more
Got a triple thang murder up under my belt
'Bout 60 thousand ta doe doe
Oh no
Heard a slg hit my back tire
Then I spun around
Runnin' into the side while tearin' all sh*t down
B**ches was screamin' niggas was cussin'
Po Po bustin' at me punk a** ni**a
Run into the liquor store
Knowin' they'll never catch me
But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway
Ain't this a b**ch some fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the barrel fight up to my sh*t"Stay right there ni**a"
Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor
Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt Kickass' 4 4
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)
This is kill street blues
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street blues