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say it wicha chest - spice 1 lyrics

(intro)
we still here n*gga, (hehe, yeah)
we still around. (yeah, n*gga we still here)
these other n*ggas is weirdos and sh*t (what?)
you know what i’m saying we watching from a distance (what? just ’cause you don’t see us n*gga?)
we see you motherf*ckas though (if you don’t see us talkin’ sh*t)
ol’ weirdo ass clown ass n*ggas (well you do see us talkin’ sh*t hahaha)
ayy
yeah, n*gga we don’t give a f*ck!
b*tch ass n*gga!

(verse 1)
real g’s still exist, we just at five percent now
them other n*ggas is weirdo’s, haters, b*tches and clowns
don’t think we ain’t still here, ’cause we ain’t around (round)
we watch ’em with the eye of a hawk, not making a sound (sound)
real g’s move in silence, you won’t see us coming (comin’)
if we beefin’, i’ma act like we cool and be frontin’
’till i catch yo ass stuntin’, like you evel knievel
then pull up with a stunt of my own, roll up with a desert eagle
and when you realize it watn’t a game you x’d in a box
have you buried up under that tree over there right next to your pops
don’t be holdin’ sh*t back n*gga, give it to me uncut
buds no shake, i don’t f*ck with the blunt dust
n*ggas be talkin’ sh*t and don’t know who they talkin’ to
my n*ggas is pitbulls with burners that bark at you n*gga(woof, woof, woof,)
real g’s i’m one of the last ones left (left)
so if you’ve got something to say n*gga say it with your chest
(chorus)
you got something to say to me?
say it wicha chest, say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
don’t be scared now, don’t play with me
say it wicha chest, s*s*say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
you got something to say to me?
say it wicha chest, say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
don’t be scared now, don’t play with me
say it wicha chest, s*s*say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga

(verse 2)
you’ve got some beef on your chest?
i could chop it off with the chopper
or would you prefer for me to just blow out the back
of your medulla i done got a
see i done got alotta n*ggas shot
and i done shot at alotta k!llas
like king kong in the midst of some mo monkey ass n*ggas
not even gorillas, n*ggas got something to say to me
i beat yo ass like you stole my last copy of ???
i’ve got a special set of sk!lls bossalini is a rider (rider)
so it’s easy to fade a one hand reload when i’m under fire b*tch (blauw)
(bridge)
they don’t wanna run come test (test)
them wanna go to heaven, but no them don’t want dead (dead)
them don’t want dead (blauw) them don’t want dead (dead)
they wanna go to heaven, but no them don’t want dead (blauw)

(verse 3)
bang this 50 round drum like beats by dre (dre)
i’m a n*gga with a attitude, n.w.a. (ayy, shiet)
get a first class ticket to ghetto heaven (heaven, hahaha)
tell pac you was a b*tch ass n*gga so i split yo melon! (hahaha)

(chorus)
you got something to say to me?
say it wicha chest, say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
don’t be scared now, don’t play with me
say it wicha chest, s*s*say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
you got something to say to me?
say it wicha chest, say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
don’t be scared now, don’t play with me
say it wicha chest, s*s*say it wicha chest
li*little ass n*gga
(verse 4)
say it wicha chest, n*gga then you gon’ find out
that i ain’t playin’ like the rest (rest) (i ain’t playin’ like the rest n*gga)
i know the game like the ref (ref), h*lla n*ggas be bustin’
but they ain’t aimin’ at your vest (i ain’t aimin’ at your vest n*gga)
n*ggas claimin’ they the chef, (chef)
in the kitchen be cookin’ up h*lla caine and h*lla meth (meth)
these prices n*ggas be talkin’ ain’t close to the realistic
h*lla n*ggas fugazi, and we ain’t playin’ with you b*tches (what?)
playin’ with you n*ggas? better talk to me with heart (heart)
f*ck around and get gobbled up by this east bay shark (shark)
got a strap on my side and i’m aimin’ at you like a sniper (sniper)
i’m bustin’ till’ i’m paid in full like mekhi phifer (phifer)
better know who you adressin’ when you’re f*ckin’ with ridas (ridas)
n*ggas wearing dresses, wanting me to retire (hahaha)
ain’t that a b*tch? nah man really ain’t that a b*tch? (hahaha)
i thought it was a n*gga (haha) that’s some crazy sh*t (hahahaha)

(outro)
yeah, n*gga!
when you speak to me you say it with your mothaf*ckin’ chest n*gga!
don’t talk to me like you got puffy nuts mothaf*cka
ol’ mcb*tch ass n*gga! yeah, n*gga we ain’t mcf*ckin around n*gga
i’ll mcjack yo big b*tch ass at the mcdrivethrough b*tch ass n*gga
yeah, softer than baby sh*t ass n*gga
f*ck you n*ggas! say it wicha chest n*gga
this spice 1 bossalini fetty chico shisnilty don’t ever get it twisted n*gga
it’s mothaf*ckin’ thug world n*gga
we gon’ smash out, you already know
elder entertainment, blauw, blauw (blauw)

- spice 1 lyrics

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