Spice 1 - F*cked In The Game Lyrics

[VERSE 1]
Murder, murder, murder muthaf*ckas
Yeah, I'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthaf*ckin grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double m or a pistol grip
Robbin muthaf*ckas to stay alive
Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And O.G.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a f*cked up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get f*cked in the game

F*cked in the game

[VERSE 2]
A to the muthaf*ckin Z
So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three
If my dome is tried to f*ck
I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up
I ain't takin no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your muthaf*ckin family
Let Spice hold the double m
I f*ck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to f*ck him up, mayn
So now I'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think I need to see the Wiz cause I'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthaf*ckas headless
Cap-cap-cap
Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like Messy Marvin, leave a mess
Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
Gettin paid off the muthaf*ckin ashpalt
So if you wanna step to a nigga though
I'm pluggin muthaf*ckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get f*cked in the game

F*cked in the game

I ain't the one

[VERSE 3]
Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where I'm comin from
12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the f*ck?
Livin like a muthaf*ckin sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthaf*cka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
To the dome, to the muthaf*ckin dome
Duck quick as f*ck when I reach for the chrome
I got the vest, I got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin muthaf*ckas up like doja
A nigga that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you f*ck with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthaf*ckin walk-by
Like BBD give me the gat and I'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a Saturday night I'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the pussy waitin to get f*cked by the f*cker
Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But I ain't the one to get f*cked in the game

F*cked in the game

Yeah
All y'all niggas out there in the muthaf*ckin spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
Niggas ain't bullshittin in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest