Songtext Murder ain't crazy Spice 1

Murder ain't crazy

(chorus): 4x
Groupie ass
Bitch type of niggas cant fade me
Theyre callin me a lunatic
But murder aint crazy

(spice 1 - overlapping chorus)
Yeah, yeah, hahahha
Wassup nigga?
Dont look at me like yall know who I am
Amerikkkas nightmare
Spice muthafuckin 1
Nigga, young, black
You know I wont give a fuck

(verse 1):
Old school drop caddy five, six niggas
Rollin up in my rearview
With they fingers up on them triggers
Come lets take a trip
And hop into some gangsta shit with me
13 caps for them niggas who wanna get with me
Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me
Wanna put some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me
But I dont give a fuck I just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that shit
When it comes to peelin their caps nigga
So wont ya get your blast on
And if you miss me with your 13 shots
Nigga your asss gone
Cause Im gon hit you on that first shot
And then I aint gon stop
Until some muthafuckas call the cops
Then ill be 187 thousand like my song say
Cause you was fuckin with this nigga on the wrong day

(chorus): 4x

(verse 2):
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 aint none of them runnin up
Im gunnin up the next nigga is feelin buck shots
I thought you niggas knew
Im finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that ass someonell leave him lyin there
Cryin there the muthafuckas dyin there
And mr. lawrence better have insurance
Cause ima g-a-gat that ass with the touriz
Rocka-bye baby goin crazy
Punk muthafuckas like you cant fade me
Tryin to squabb with the clip and the trigger
Ol groupie ass bitch type of nigga

(chorus): 4x

Groupie ass bitch type of niggas cant 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 .9s uzi thangs and tecs
You see we rolls down the block 3 oclock in the morning
Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones
And about 5 kis in the back of the trunk
Niggas down ass fuck but we dont wanna 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

(chorus with overlap):
Yeah
Whassup nigga?
Yall muthafuckas aint fadin a real last g
Nigga
Peelin cap for the muthafuckin strive
Nigga you dont wanna fuck with this
You dont wont 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 yall niggas know about a real last g
Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily
Beyoaaatch!!!
187 thousand g