Artist: Spice 1 Album: 1990 Sick Song: Tales of the Niggas Who Got Crept On Typed by: dalyricalmaster@tupac.com (*Several coughs*) (*Inhales*) (Intro) Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah (Spice 1) I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should I do with the bitch? I think I want to dump her in a ditch, cause I'm the kidnapper Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigga Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer Desert Eagle fo-fo I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face I knew a nigga who always wore black said he was an O.G. player shot up some niggas with Macks Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller So he partied through the city, hittin party's and clubs Cause these so called O.G. motherfuckers finally showed up These bastards opened fire in the middle of the party Blow to the blow and put my Mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, god damn) (Chorus) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (punk ass motherfuckers) (Nigga, fuck that nigga, straightly smoked) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Spice 1) I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee Ain't nothin but the motherfuckin hog in me So I's bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber I told my nigga to bring his slow ass on Cause if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be long They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians (niggas) These fools is some killers and I can see they really want this nigga Musta fucked em on some paper or somethin sick Whatever it is these niggas want to bury his dick Got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the TV screen But it ain't no cut, just actin live, niggas die Drug related killers, switcher on time high See real killers can be swept on I'm kickin tales of the niggas who got crept on (Chorus) (Shit), kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Go nigga, police lookin and shit nigga) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Fuck you doing nigga, firin up a joint, motherfuckin...) Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on (Fuck is wrong with you?) (Spice 1) We chopped it up, my partner had some love 50 g's to creep on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin club 25 are threat and 25 are for the killin For that kind of money I'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin Now the slaughter is about to begin Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin Mack 10's Infra-Red, silencer, I'll silence ya, cut off ya P-G-A and a Massacre Everybody, cause can't no nigga diss me Niggas you sent to the club, with some motherfuckin pussy (pussy) I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they ass I took em down to his basement and then I stabbed his ass Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard I kill with a routin even got him for a couple of birds So then I creep up into the I-C-U, I see you livin too long Nigga you crept on, your life gone (Spice 1) Yeah nigga, got some shit just for you Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut herion nigga Straighten your motherfuckin Bays nigga Yeah nigga, you like this shit huh nigga, suffer nigga Suffer motherfucker, yeah, take a good dose of the shit, nigga Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't breathe Somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what Oh, thought you said somethin, hahahaha...