Текст песни Spice 1 - Busta`s Can`t See Me
Spice 1 - Busta`s Can`t See Me слова песни
(Intro: Spice 1)One eighty seven, the one eighty seventhe one eighty seven, the one eighty seven BLAOW!!One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seventhe one eighty seven, the one eighty sevenOne eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seventhe one eighty seven, the one eighty sevenOne eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seventhe one eighty seven(Spice 1)Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangstaGi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don`t shank yaGlock shooter, dumpin` `em up in ditchesGivin` them niggas stitches, smokin` them with the peoplescause a - ain`t no love see I`m just a Gwith twin glocks on my side you can`t fuck with meOnce again they come at me with that same old shitGot to show `em, let `em know I`m not no punk ass bitchReady to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostileS-P-I-C-E comin`, we gettin` hard to killSo sit your ass down don`t you flinch one inchHollerin` at you with this twelve gauge under my trenchGot a whole live bury full of Smith-N-WessonServin` your ass like salad dressin`So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thugLeavin` your bloody body in the mud(Chorus: Spice 1)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)(Spice 1)Thought you was my nigga but you set me upTried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me upNow I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gafflePut a worm hole in your rotten appleTime for confrontation, and I know thisex-drive through won`t give me your exact locationSo don`t be sleepin`, cause I`m gon` be creepin`Cleanin` shit up, straight street sweepin`My destination ain`t too farAs I smobs in my rag top gangsta carto come and get ya, I`m drinkin` Red RumDon`t need a damn thing for the chase cause I likes to tasteOne eight seven artist, play your ass like a Sega punchesBack in the game, knockin` out teeths`Blowin` motherfuckers in Teresa`s pieces(Chorus: Spice 1)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)(Spice 1)Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo`-five, don`t wanna see me take no livesPlay with the funk, open up your trunk see who survivesI`m servin` the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty roundsShake `em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle `em downThey claimin` this O.G. is a has beenBut I`ll be damned if I let thesebusta`s think that I won`t pull out my mac againWe can all talk, it ain`t no thing to bustLeavin` your flesh lookin` like it`s melted as I raise up outta the cutMad man killer, feel me on the realerwouldn`t bullshit ya homie I`ma cap fillerReady to handle my businessWrappin` it all in my clip blowin` niggas outta eight story windows and shitSo keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watchfor the nine millimeter and a nigga that`s makin` your place look stockedPeel a cap for the funk he did that`s smokin` on this BTNiggas pop at my shadow cause these busta`s can`t see me(Chorus: Spice 1)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)