The Boss Mobster Lyrics - Spice 1

Blaaw! 

Verse 1: 

Nigga who you think you fuckin' with? 

You ain't no killer I put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla 

Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your ass 

Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces 

Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe 

And have me caught up in some bullshit I eat your ass up with the full clip 

The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the bay 

Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip a.k. blaaw! 

Niggas don't wanna fuck with me 

Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me 

I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your ass to rest 

You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest 

You fail to realize the size you fuckin' with a killer 

Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5) 

Hook: 

Don't cry when me bleed ya, lr nigga don't let me break you down (x3) 

Verse 2: 

Don't be fuckin' with my emotions playa 

Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you 

I'd love to do you with this big ass tech to get motherfuckin' respect 

Woo-ha put your ass in check 

Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your ass hangin' up off your 

Back 

So hold your motherfuckin' nutsack I'm off the yack nigga 

Put your dead homey up in my seat 

Open up the door and throw his ass out on the concrete 

See you can't fuck with a killer though 

You catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigga though 

Keep it on your ass on the slundin' with the beenie 

Keepin' you motherfuckers two dollars short of a martinee 

I'm a straight soldier motherfuckin' player shotcaller boss baller 

Poppin' muy fuckin' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause I'm born 

To die 

Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why 

Hook: 

Verse 3: 

Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez 

Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me 

Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free 

So at the age of 14 a motherfucker was slangin' d 

And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama 

Readly for the motherfuckin' drama 

Seen this cherokee they start shootin' this bike 

Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherfuckin' life 

Got to bustin' apon they ass with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee 

Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' g 

Suprise niggas I got you cocked up in sight 

And I'm hopin' I got your punk ass won't be makin' home tonight 

You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size 

You fuckin' with a killer 

Hook