Sangtekst: Spice 1. Fucked in The Game.

Murder, murder, murder, murder, muthafuckas
Yeah, I'm short but my boys cause ruckus
It's the nigga that's icey like a Popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin' every nickel

You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthafuckin' grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine

'Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double M or a pistol grip

Robbin' muthafuckas to stay alive
'Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And O.G.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split

And a nine ain't shootin' blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
The feel of the black steel make him quiver

I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game

A to the muthafuckin' Z so close your eyes
Grip your dick and count to three
If my dome is tried to fuck
I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up

I ain't takin' no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin' family
Let Spice hold the double M
I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him

'Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn
So now I'm watchin' every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin' walk-by

I think I need to see the Wiz 'cause I'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
Cap, cap, cap, leave a nigga brains pulsatin' in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest

It's like Messy Marvin, leave a mess
Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
Gettin' paid off the muthafuckin' ashpalt

So if you wanna step to a nigga though
I'm pluggin' muthafuckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game, I ain't the one

Boom boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where I'm comin' from
12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
Slingin' caine and twump sacks so what the fuck?

Livin' like a muthafuckin' sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead

4, 5, 6, 7, 8, got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
To the dome, to the muthafuckin dome
Duck quick as fuck when I reach for the chrome
I got the vest, I got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest

Smokin' muthafuckas up like doja
A nigga that's crazy and dyin' to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you fuck with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it

Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthafuckin' walk-by
Like BBD give me the gat and I'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a Saturday night, I'm quick to screw ya

'Cause you the pussy waitin' to get fucked by the fucker
Servin' lemon heads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game

Yeah, all y'all niggas out there
In the muthafuckin' spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
Niggas ain't bullshittin' in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest