Busta's Can't See Me Lyrics - Spice 1

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven bloaw! 

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven 

The one eighty seven 

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta 

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don't shank ya 

Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches 

Givin' them niggas stitches, smokin' them with the peoples 

Cause a, ain't no love see I'm just a G 

With twin glocks on my side you can't fuck with me 

Once again they come at me with that same old shit 

Got to show 'em, let 'em know I'm not no punk ass bitch 

Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile 

S-P-I-C-E comin', we gettin' hard to kill 

So sit your ass down don't you flinch one inch 

Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench 

Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson 

Servin' your ass like salad dressin' 

So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug 

Leavin' your bloody body in the mud 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Thought you was my nigga but you set me up 

Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up 

Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gaffle 

Put a worm hole in your rotten apple 

Time for confrontation, and I know this 

Ex-drive through won't give me your exact location 

So don't be sleepin', cause I'm gon' be creepin' 

Cleanin' shit up, straight street sweepin' 

My destination ain't too far 

As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car 

To come and get ya, I'm drinkin' Red Rum 

Don't need a damn thing for the chase cause I likes to taste 

One eight seven artist, play your ass like a Sega punches 

Back in the game, knockin' out teeths' 

Blowin' motherfuckers in Teresa's pieces 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo'-five, 

Don't wanna see me take no lives 

Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives 

I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds 

Shake 'em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle 'em down 

They claimin' this O.G. is a has been 

But I'll be damned if I let these 

Busta's think that I won't pull out my mac again 

We can all talk, it ain't no thing to bust 

Leavin' your flesh lookin' like 

It's melted as I raise up outta the cut 

Mad man killer, feel me on the realer 

Wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap filler 

Ready to handle my business 

Wrappin' it all in my clip 

Blowin' niggas outta eight story windows and shit 

So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watch 

For the nine millimeter 

And a nigga that's makin' your place look stocked 

Peel a cap for the funk he did that's smokin' on this BT 

Niggas pop at my shadow cause these busta's can't see me 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) 

Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!)