Fetty Chico & The Mack Lyrics - Spice 1

Blaow Blam 187 

Straight murder display from LA to the Bay 

Westside, My nigga Spice 1 aka Fetty Chico 

And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson 

What up Spice 

We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's 

If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed 

Nigga shake the dice up, roll 'em if it's one or ten 

They won't be able to put your ass together again 

Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices 

Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest 

From my homie down the street on the block 

He copping everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini-Glocks 

If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats 

Me and my nigga Mack 10 committing terrorist acts 

You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath 

Have the heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest nigga 

Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is 

Yay under couches running out of crack houses 

We down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack 

Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack 

[Chorus] 

Fetty Chico and The Mack 

(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter 

Fetty Chico And The Mack 

(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get 

Ready for the blaow 

Fetty Chico and The Mack 

(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter 

Fetty Chico And The Mack 

(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get 

Ready for the blaow 

I'm in a murderous mindstate 

I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight 

I smoke that ? that shit put me in a trance 

And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson 

Now when I come around punks know they're gone 

? my pistol around and fall straight into a coma 

So take if you want it that's my number one motto 

Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle 

And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo 

Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh 

? chicken hawking 

You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk 

So I smoked the bitch and made it simple 

I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho 

So with a hard dick and guns, a bad bitch dies 

I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes 

[Chorus] 

Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten 

That's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in 

L-l-leave him in the t-trunk 

'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off 

The s-safety 

I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips 

Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips 

D-dirty l-licks m-midnight 

M-Mack W-One O and l-laser sights 

R-rollin' b-blunts smoking to the doobie 

In my h-hooptie with my Uzi t-talking to me 

Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off 

He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off 

So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard 

Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard 

Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me 

So I let him count the bullets in my C-L-I-P 

Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack 

Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack 

187-187-187-187-blaow 

[Chorus] 

(Murder Murder) 

Murder murder and Kill Kill Kill 

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