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Spice 1

Genres: Hip-Hop

Money Gone Lyrics - Spice 1

Cappin' him in his b-brain with the n-nine 

He never woulda th-thought, I'd be gettin' mine 

So now I'm on the r-run 'cause I took his cash 

I had to b-bust a cap in his fuckin' ass 

 

Nigga a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang 

It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang 

19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-1 

A lotta n-n-n-niggaz d-died young 

 

The 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact 

It's comin' up, c-comin' up b-b-back 

The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk 

Buckin' with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk 

I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go 

And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, O 

 

Money gone 

Money gone 

 

I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin' on 

I deal with the m-m-money g-g-gone 

The figgity f-f-five-O is on my nuts 

Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cut 

 

Where every time I dr-drive around the bl-block 

They see my goin' b-bump and s-s-stop 

And ask me q-q-question, wuh-what's my name 

But he can get f-fucked in the g-game 

 

'Cause I ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen 

I had ta d-d-do 'em, d-do 'em in 

Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome 

And now it's m-m-money g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, gone 

 

Money gone, yeah 

Money gone 

 

My nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin' dice 

He said what they h-hittin' for Sp-Spice 

Livin' up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats 

Slangin' dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fat 

 

The nigga on the b-block with the biggest knot 

Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar kn-knot 

Bought a s-six five st-st-stang 

The ring on my m-m-mobile rang 

 

I got it g-goin' on in the m-mix 

All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix 

I wonder if they t-task is about to hit 

But I don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-shit 

'Cause I'ma Uga O.G. in the z-zone 

And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, gone 

 

Money gone, yeah 

 

Yeah 187 in the motherfuckin' house 

Peace to my niggaz, Black Jack 

Ya'll in the motherfuckin' house 

Hookin' me up with that dope shit 

 

The last track on my motherfuckin' album 

We kickin' it funky gangsta 

Yeah, sideways to the next light 

Peace motherfucker, I'm outta here like last year 

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