Lyrics:
the fuck are they from ffffff Flint town
Muthafuckin Dayton Family in the house G
Yo, what's up Steve Pitts in this bitch
We got my boy I-are-A, we call him
It's the $1 McDonald's Iced Tea
Let's hop in the benz and make things spicy
Spice it up, live it up, let's have a good time
Run it back, cut some slack,
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
on d mountain
House in the city
cnd one house by the sea oh
We dey travel round d world
Meetin lots of girls
Listen how the fans just dey scream ooh
Ooh
YOU
Girl i wanna be with YOU
Tell me what the hell are we gunna do
Im like oh ooh oh oohh
baby, we cant let the industry know
because our cover will
eatin chips
Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
How do we outlast? Always keep cash
[Spice 1 - Verse 4]
Sittin on the scene,
blood on the tune
And we're ever most alive when it comes to summer time
Spend the night in Sky garden
Take a walk by the London eye
Say good bye
I need a island girl
Buy you ice and pearls
Are we lit? Yes, sir
I'ma show her the world
I want a African babe
With Italian taste
Put her in
who wants to have a good time
Take you out drink some wine, we can head back to mine create are own paradise
Girl you and me, we can be together, nice
lives
choosing to die by killing themselves
As I describe the life of a particular girl
I'd like to think inside your mind
There'd be a ringing of bells
when I create harmonies
And girl we is family
Nothing bad we live happily
Girl talk to me
When your gone I can not breathe
Just thinking of us in this
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
laugh for your front, gossip you when you leave
They give you Bipolar make your temper to dey weak
And we all gon die but we gotta live right
When they
to die
Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy
Smoke death operators is standing by
They take you order for the slaughter of the family why
Do they
a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well (well, what?)
Aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are)
Speaking of foul, how 'bout
a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well (well, what?)
Aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are)
Speaking of foul, how 'bout
count it twice
Im nice
Fuck it
My beat is hot
Who Object
This is what we do
This is us who are you
This is what we do
This is nothing new
This is all but
lives
Messed up inside
Our minds are ill
And some have even fallen ill with the virus
It's hit the community hard
And we are facing a crisis
Critical
No religion I was getting saved by the glock nine
By the minute I was getting paid like a hot line
Servin' rollin' fiends was calling, we was dot com
blatantly
I got some problems and its plain to see
But we just live it up
Tell the bouncer fazi in the club
Smoking icky stuff
We don't give a what what
Girl
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