(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 c-e
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me
(spice 1):
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 wanna stick you if they see your ass again
You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew-ac