Sucka Ass n*ggas 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 sh*t that got a muthaf*cka known
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a muthaf*ckin' G
And all the n*ggas came amazed at me
Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack
The fiends used to scream for my muthaf*ckin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' n*ggas on the microphone
Sp-Spice 1 kickin' sh*t to mass
A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
You see that's the life that I lead
I put a slug in a n*gga try to f*ck with me
So step back move back n*ggas try to jack
But ain't no muthaf*ckin' love I put you on your back
Start some sh*t at the party first n*gga to glance
I pull out my Glock and make him p*ss in his pants
No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above
They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthaf*ckin' 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 C-E
You sucka ass n*ggas can't f*ck with me
(Spice 1):
I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a n*gga 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
n*ggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind for my people's delight
And to you sucka ass n*ggas you just ain't right
Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen
And n*ggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again
You're hangin' on the Ave you're chillin' with the crew
But n*ggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you

(Chorus)

(Spice 1):
I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to THREE
My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-U-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 n*gga another dead clown
You're a 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar player
You's a sucka ass n*gga 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 sh*t 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 n*gga
{g-nut:}
G-N-U-T in the place to be
Pimp straight up out a player's university
Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge
Didn't have no mail so I said : 'f*ck college!'
I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack
And the game that I spit'll put your b*tch on the back
I'm dressed to kill I love to style
I'm the MC you know ho check my file
The big-lip n*gga for your regard
500 dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town then I go back home
Break a b*tch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome
Deep in the cut for all you b*tches delight
And if a n*gga 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 n*gga Method Man I'mma bring the pain
You can't rock the shop if you high off hop
You gotta let a n*gga know you'll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins