Sucka Ass Niggas Lyrics - Spice 1

Four years ago I was stuck on the grind 

Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes 

Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known 

Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone 

Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G 

And all the niggas came amazed at me 

Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack 

The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks 

I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone 

But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone 

Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit to mass 

A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath 

You see that's the life that I lead 

I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me 

So step back move back niggas try to jack 

But ain't no muthafuckin' love I put you on your back 

Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance 

I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants 

No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above 

They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love 

[Chorus] 

I said ONE to the two, two to two three 

Put a slug in your ass for you to say G 

The S to the P the I the see-E 

You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me 

I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin' like a Seville 

And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real 

So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side 

You might catch a slug if I'm on a Hoo-ride 

I said I first come I first served basis 

Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places 

One of a kind for my people's delight 

And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right 

Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen 

And niggas want to stick you if they see your ass again 

You're hangin' on the Ave you're chillin' with the crew 

But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you 

[Chorus] 

I said one to the two, two to three 

My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-you-T 

We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face 

Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace 

Let off rounds you fall down to the ground 

You sucka ass nigga another dead clown 

You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player 

You's a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya 

You say you pack a Nine and a Nine is fine 

But I'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind 

I'm comin' from the sickest city around 

Spittin' some gangsta shit the Dirty Bay is the town 

So G-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure 

Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga 

G-N-U-T in the place to be 

Pimp straight up out a player's university 

Every since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge 

Didn't have no mail so I said : 'fuck college!' 

I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack 

And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back 

I'm dressed to kill I love to style 

I'm the MC you know hoe check my file 

The big-lip nigga for your regard 

Five hundred dollar spread for the credit card 

I hit your town then I go back home 

Break a bitch for her mail bought a Cadillac chrome 

Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight 

And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight 

Because when I grind I hits the strip 

Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip 

It don't take a lot to entertain' 

And like my nigga Method Man I'ma bring the pain 

You can't rock the shop if you high off hop 

You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop 

And your game gotta make a lot of sense 

You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins