Back to Top

Caught Up in My Gunplay Video (MV)






Spice 1 - Caught Up in My Gunplay Lyrics




If foes try to jack I'ma blast three
Run the fourth nigga over with the caddy
Had he not known about the Mac Daddy
Slug happy that's born to die
Ask why
You niggas be out there thinkin' you can't ever be touched on
Close your eyes and click your Filas and I'm gon' send you home
On a one-way mission to CP Bannon
My cannon is made for killin'
Nigga caught up in this mob shit and this drug dealin'
I'm tellin' my momma don't want to be no statistic
But realistically I've got my enemies scared shit-less
All of my homies is killas
Surrounded daily by the real niggas
With finger-trigs you dig? We big
Nigga duck if you want to live
Cause it ain't no name on them bullets
Murderers be dishin'
You wishin' you never got caught up in my gun play
You shoulda listened
Now it's too late ain't no turnin back
Nigga you done started this
I told you once before my trigger gots no heart at this
Now shall I proceed to blow your head up off your spinal cord
Cause niggas that f*ck around with my click is gonna come up short
Them come up short in the ghetto them die where them lay
This is how we live and die up in the Bay
Remember the real niggas down for the killin'
And ain't no remorse for you suckas
Ruckus is caused when the chrome is exposed
To you niggas, leaving your body froze
Your flesh is freezin you wheezin'
Paramedics can't stop the bleedin'
You seein' your life before your eyes
You hate you leavin'
Shoulda thought before you pulled the trigger
That's the bitch in you
Recognize realize that all our trigger fingers itchy too
See we on some old mob shit
Everybody guilty of somethin'
That's why when one dumpin', we all pumpin'
Tryin' to kill us somethin'
Vacate the facilities when we bailin up in yo' shit
Cause the pistol grips
Make bigger holes then them f*ckin' hollow tips
You f*ckin' with a soldier
Ain't nobody told ya
You funki'n with niggas that's known for killin' niggas
Over and over this is my gun play
Cops ain't nothin' but the Klan undercover
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




If foes try to jack I'ma blast three
Run the fourth nigga over with the caddy
Had he not known about the Mac Daddy
Slug happy that's born to die
Ask why
You niggas be out there thinkin' you can't ever be touched on
Close your eyes and click your Filas and I'm gon' send you home
On a one-way mission to CP Bannon
My cannon is made for killin'
Nigga caught up in this mob shit and this drug dealin'
I'm tellin' my momma don't want to be no statistic
But realistically I've got my enemies scared shit-less
All of my homies is killas
Surrounded daily by the real niggas
With finger-trigs you dig? We big
Nigga duck if you want to live
Cause it ain't no name on them bullets
Murderers be dishin'
You wishin' you never got caught up in my gun play
You shoulda listened
Now it's too late ain't no turnin back
Nigga you done started this
I told you once before my trigger gots no heart at this
Now shall I proceed to blow your head up off your spinal cord
Cause niggas that f*ck around with my click is gonna come up short
Them come up short in the ghetto them die where them lay
This is how we live and die up in the Bay
Remember the real niggas down for the killin'
And ain't no remorse for you suckas
Ruckus is caused when the chrome is exposed
To you niggas, leaving your body froze
Your flesh is freezin you wheezin'
Paramedics can't stop the bleedin'
You seein' your life before your eyes
You hate you leavin'
Shoulda thought before you pulled the trigger
That's the bitch in you
Recognize realize that all our trigger fingers itchy too
See we on some old mob shit
Everybody guilty of somethin'
That's why when one dumpin', we all pumpin'
Tryin' to kill us somethin'
Vacate the facilities when we bailin up in yo' shit
Cause the pistol grips
Make bigger holes then them f*ckin' hollow tips
You f*ckin' with a soldier
Ain't nobody told ya
You funki'n with niggas that's known for killin' niggas
Over and over this is my gun play
Cops ain't nothin' but the Klan undercover
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: OSCAR JACKSON, ROBERT LEE GREEN JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Back to: Spice 1

Tags:
No tags yet