380 On That Ass Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

(prodeje) 

Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off 

Peace to my motherfuckin nine 

(spice-1) 

Yeah I remember that old shit 

(prodeje) 

So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? 

(spice-1) 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit 

But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half 

(prodeje) 

Man don't you know the nina is the shit? 

(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 (? ? ? ? ) 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 yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst 

187 on an undercover p-i-g 

They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad 

I'm thin as see 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 fight a booty hoe 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 

(chorus: 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 

(spice-1) 

Me hit the block with my 3-ad 

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 g-t-a 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 

(chorus: 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 

(prodeje) 

So why you quit fuckin with the nine? 

(spice-1) 

I got love for nina g but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top 

(havikk) 

Don't you know that nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380? 

(havoc) 

I blow a niggas 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 hoop ride 

So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v 

Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty 

(havikk) 

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 because the nina gave that ass a whippin 

The back-street way yard six feet digger 

Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver 

The murders watch quickly smoked up 

Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over 

(prodeje) 

I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts 

And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies 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 punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped 

And leave your brains pole sating in your fuckin lap 

(havikk) 

The cartel is for the 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 

(chorus: 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)