Spice Ln.

Zaytoven

Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a ***** (Huh)
Always known for hittin licks
(Robbin takin niggas shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
Talkin cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)

Verse 1
I aint gotta use my pipe cause I could slap you like a ***** (*****)
Old peon ass nigga from the shoulders you aint stiff (*****)
Remember posted on the Spice I had a Carbon and four fifths (Uh huh)
When Reload, J-Bo, and Door Hinges took the plug down for a lick (Ok)
They kicked the door and upped the pints, the pounds and codeine yeah they grabbed it
But they stupid ass forgot he had money in the attic (Stupid)
He sent them back a text message, cryin that 'Im laughin' (Haha)
But they still took his 50 pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (What you do?)
Baggin down and gram it (Uh huh)
Put it in a sandwich (Goddamn)
Bag with the paper tag, sellin swag bags (Swag)
TECs with suppressor max, aint leave Baghdad
Where we act like your friend then take your gas bag
Niggas know Im janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky
Trappin outta Stone Ridge, sellin hoes and zones of mid
Where I went I found my plug Matt and took Jimmys shit
Me and Ike, took ya back, to the trap and fat (Fat, okay)
Now we sellin whole pounds, we aint bussin down (Uh uh)
Ojo got the strap, you make a move, he bust you down (He bust you)
In the trap Imsleepin on the floor, my pallet on the ground
Im like 'damn I gotta change that', I started sellin K packs
Got em for the five hunnid, sold em for the two
Two a day, fifteen a week, them *****es used to boom (Goddamn)
My walkin days was over, I copped that matte black Rover (Hey)
And then my ***** got pregnant, goddamn I shoulda kept it just a (Im just a)
Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a ***** (Huh)
Always known for hittin licks
(Robbin takin niggas shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
Talkin cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)

Verse 2
Way back in 05, I knew mama was fed up (What?)
She put me out the house, I had to stay with the damn plug (Okay)
Hit the kitchen, rock whippin, stole a gun from my brother (Hey, hey)
Hit the trenches, Glock grippin, I had corns on my knuckles (Hey, hey)
Niggas know Maxo not for play play (Hell nah)
Dissin Ed and D, aim broad day with the AK
Beefin with YM100 man they shouldve seen it comin
We caught em off Kirkwood, Lil Jordan started gunnin (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hit em up ba- da-bing, we shot up everything
Niggas screamin '**** Kream' they know exactly where we be (Exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey Ds
On the same block where we lost Baby John and Cheese (Hey)
Bobby sellin crack, Fredro totin straps (Crack, straps)
Bodybag, toe tags, catch em down bad (Catch em down bad)
Reload, robbed a nigga, no mask, at the racetrack (Hey, hey)
I hit em with the okey-dok and sold his dope back (Hey, hey)
Im just a
Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a ***** (Huh)
Always known for hittin licks
(Robbin takin niggas shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin cash money bricks
Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a ***** (Huh)
Always known for hittin licks
Robbin takin niggas shit
On that kick door shit
Talkin cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin cash money bricks
What you doing around Spice Lane man?
Theyll put you in a goddamn casket
And you know what?
Im never even gonna come to your ****in funeral, mother****er