Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
[Spice 1]
Yeah straight motherfukkin East Bay killa in the house
Spice motherfukkin 1
{*blam*} That's how you do it!
You just mobb up on a nikka and shoot him in his MOTHERfukkIN HEAD
And drag him out the car, and get your MOTHERfukkIN mobb on
Yeah.. motherfukkin G shyt jumpin off tonight
Motherfukkin fire, beotch!!
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfukker he's a liar
I talk to my 380 like a bytch on the stroll
When nikkas try to dikk me I haul off and let her ho, KILL EM ALL!
I can't be fukked in this game, I'mma psychopath
My AK, told me to shove him up some nikkas ass
I'm havin long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bytch-ass nikka eater
And Missus Mossberg, livin up in that back trunk
You know that old school bytch, she like to get in funk
It's splittin motherfukkers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock pistol-whipped me in my fukkin head
Cause he said, I wouldn't buy the infrared
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin
Told me to shut the fukk up and let him do the talkin
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherfukker, you're Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
Legal Glocks and Barettas and the Uzi thangs
And if the shyt jump off I'm killin everythang
Don't be actin like no bytch when the funk is on
Cause if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
One for the Glock, two for the clip
Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip
nikkas who ride, strap on the side
Open up your chest bout THIS fukkin wide
This ain't no TV, you don't wanna see me
I split your cranium so motherfukkin easy
Leavin you bloody dead and shot
My Glock goosed up your body like the motherfukkin dreadlock
So get yo' ass home 'fore you catch some slugs
Brain runnin down the drain like the L.A. floods
Don't be fukkin with the S-P-I
I'm tellin you motherfukkers I was Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
One-eighty-seven Crew ass nikka from the Bay
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
On the concrete die in one beat of the heart
Seven day old ass body smell a little tart
Pull up to your bumper with a fully loaded magazine
Robbin your motherfukkin ass clean
Blow the heart out a motherfukker back
nikka shyt on hisself, when I pull out my strap
Got a chrome fo'-five, bout nine in the clip
In two ?? days, begin to mobb and dip
It's just another tale of some gangsta shyt
Where nikkas murder in the first from a verse that spit
bytch-ass nikkas, expire, retire
Stab him in the throat with the Dayton spoke wire
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherfukkers know quick, I'm Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them nikkas catch you slippin then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
[Spice 1]
Yeah nikka
Straight walkin up on a motherfukker
And takin his shyt with a AK-47 nikka
Get yo' shyt cause it's on
Tell you ho you gon' be back
Uhh, nikka gon' give up his shyt
Or he gon' catch a motherfukkin slug
Yeah, you gon' catch a motherfukkin slug
Uhh.. Spice 1 in the motherfukkin house
Straight killin em all, BLAOW!
Hehehahahahahahahahah
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Ahahahahahahahaha!! Motherfukkers!!
Scene was so powerful they deleted that shyt from youtube 
