Spice 1 - AmeriKKKa's Nightmare текст песни

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Tupac:
Spice heres go them niggas yo
hit that shit, hit that shit.
We all niggaz going down where the fuck ya all going down.

Spice 1:
Damn aint this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
on this ol' playa haten ass shit.
Know what I'm sayin'?
Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggaz didn't give a fuck
if I was pissin' on myself, or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge, nigga.
Now you in my mutha fuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit,
that's alright cuz I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass.
Me and Pac goin' let you know about
that ol' playa haten ass shit though.

Ya see these jealous mutha fuckaz
That be playin me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A mutha fuckin' playa
From tha F - A - to tha C
Back stabbers in tha mutha fuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
Cuz they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for leavin' bodies numb
I'm a G mutha fucker
Can't you see
I'm a G
Rollin' deep
With my phat fo-fo uzi
I comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick
To be a soldier
By my shit
So nigga
Don't try no mo' shit
No ho shit
Cuz when I was broke
Nigga didn't give a fuck
About my statis
Now that I'm at this
I'm loced out
And livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control
aBout ta bust a cap nigga
Cuz tha jealous got me strapped

Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run

Tupac:
Now niggaz know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
Cuz ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic (humm)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted (Booo Yahh!!)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' mutha fuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger (Blah)
And even if I did fall -- I'll still ball
I'm bustin' mutha fuckers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a mutha fucker
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
Cuz these jealous ass tricks got me strapped

Jealous got me strapped...

Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: Jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run...

Spice 1:

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