Spice 1 - 380 On That Ass Lyrics

(feat. Havoc & Prodeje, Havikk)

[Prodeje]
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off
Peace to my motherf*ckin nine

[Spice-1]
Yeah I remember that old shit

[Prodeje]
So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what?

[Spice-1]
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even f*ck with the nine no more half

[Prodeje]
Man don't you know the Nina is the shit?

[Spice-1]
Motherf*cker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer
P-E-A-C-E to my motherf*ckin nine servin ya
Cause I don't give a f*ck who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit
380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the f*ck you're steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the chamber [????] sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as f*ck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover P-I-G
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-AD
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a f*ck
So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass
Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet f*cked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherf*cker rest
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

[Chorus: Spice-1]
380 on that ass bitch
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-Niggas look crazy

[Spice-1]
Me hit the block with my 3-AD
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady
They owe me money and they better pay me
My shit will f*ck up ya posse with the S-C-C
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So listen closely to the echo of the clap
Hit the motherf*ckin blocks and my niggas
My motherf*ckin niggas with they fingers on the triggers
So now I gotta smob and P-P-P-POP, POP
And buck with that 380 until a motherf*cker drop
It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to kill a motherf*cker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to jack the Dana-Danes
A G-T-A with jackin nigga left the bloodstain
on the seat of the car he thought I was a star
said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw

[Chorus: Spice-1]
380 on that ass bitch
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-Niggas look crazy
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-Niggas look crazy

[Prodeje]
So why you quit f*ckin with the nine?

[Spice-1]
I got love for Nina G but she won't fit in my motherf*ckin top

[Havikk]
Don't you know that nigga Prod and Hav f*ck with the nine and the 380?

[Havoc]
I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a f*ckin 3-8-0 up in my motherf*ckin sleep
I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherf*ckers in a blood pool
So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the A-T-V
Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty

[Havikk]
I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga
187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga
Then kill a daisy motherf*ckers with the pistol grippin
They ass is trippin because the Nina gave that ass a whippin
The back-street way yard six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver
The murders watch quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over

[Prodeje]
I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf*cker till it bursts
And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse
I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0
And pump some motherf*ckin slugs up in yo' anus hole
So punk ?look up? cause the S-P-I-C-E is strapped
And leave your brains pole sating in your f*ckin lap

[Havikk]
The cartel is for the killers the Mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
The giddily f*ckin faculty the Prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker
380's on that asshole nigga

[Chorus: Spice-1]
B-Blast at 380
Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-Blast at 380
N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-Blast at 380
N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-Blast at 380
N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)