Murder Ain't Crazy Lyrics - Spice 1

[Chorus: x4] 

Groupie ass 

Bitch type of niggas can't fade me 

They're callin' me a lunatic 

But murder ain't crazy 

Yeah, yeah, ha ha ha 

Whats up nigga? 

Don't look at me like y'all know who I am 

AmeriKKKa's nightmare 

Spice muthafuckin' 1 

Nigga, young, black 

You know I won't give a fuck 

Old school drop caddy five, six niggas 

Rollin' up in my rearview 

With they fingers up on them triggers 

Come let's take a trip 

And hop into some gangsta shit with me 

13 caps for them niggas who want to get with me 

Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me 

Want to put some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me 

But I don't give a fuck I just stay strapped 

And be a soldier about that shit 

When it comes to peelin' their caps nigga 

So won't ya get your blast on 

And if you miss me with your 13 shots 

Nigga your ass's gone 

Cause I'm gon hit you on that first shot 

And then I ain't gon stop 

Until some muthafuckas call the cops 

Then I'll be 187 thousand like my song say 

Cause you was fuckin' with this nigga on the wrong day 

[Chorus: x4] 

See I be raisin' them up off the block 

With my ? 

Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city 

I comes with much cloud 

And whenever one nigga could take me out 

Rollin' him up like Levis cough him and stuff him 

Key him like bean pies 

And niggas be talkin' that shit 

But yo ain't none of them runnin' up 

I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is feelin' buck shots 

I thought you niggas knew 

I'm finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce 

And when I gat that ass someone'll leave him lyin' there 

Cryin' there the muthafucka's dyin' there 

And Mr. Lawrence better have insurance 

Cause I'ma G-a-Gat that ass with the touriz 

Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy 

Punk muthafuckas like you can't fade me 

Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger 

Ol' groupie ass bitch type of nigga 

[Chorus: x4] 

Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me 

Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380 

I creep up on they ass tip-toe with the PUMP 

Split a nigga down the middle like Phillie blunt 

I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in check 

And all my posse pack Glock .9's Uzi thangs and Tecs 

You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning 

Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones 

And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk 

Niggas down ass fuck but we don't want to funk 

Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we used to do 

Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew 

W-a-with a ring on my muthafuckin' cellular 

As I heard a nigga screamin': 'get the fuck out the car!' 

Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo sacc 

As my DJ X-TraLarge blew that bitch on his back 

Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure 

He was a groupie ass bitch type of nigga 

Yeah 

Whassup nigga? 

Y'all muthafuckas ain't fadin' a real last G 

Nigga 

Peelin' cap for the muthafuckin' strive 

Nigga you don't want to fuck with this 

You don't won't none of this 

Step back nigga 

Just listen 

Watch muthafucka 

Look at some real last niggas rip shit up 

For '94 

Punk ass nigga 

Yeah 

Yeah 

Back again with some of that murder shit 

Spiggedy One whippin' up on that ass for '94 and '95 bitch 

Hahaha 

What y'all niggas know about a real last G 

Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily 

biatch! 

187 thousand G