Текст песни Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped
Spice 1 - Jealous Got Me Strapped слова песни
Tupac:Spice heres go them niggas yoHit that shit, hit that shit.We all niggaz going down where the fuck ya all going down.Spice 1:Damn aint this a bitch ya all got me fucked upOn this ol playa haten ass shit.Know what Im sayin? Understand me? When I was broke you all niggaz didnt give a fuckIf I was pissin on myself, or shittin off tha bay bridge, nigga.Now you in my mutha fuckin mix talkin that ol crazy shit,Thats alright cuz Im gonna bust a cap in that ass.Me and pac goin let you know aboutThat ol playa haten ass shit though.Ya see these jealous mutha fuckazThat be playin me gLike a sucka ass nigga seeThat aint feeling meIt aint easyTo kill a gA mutha fuckin playaFrom tha f - a - to tha cBack stabbers in tha mutha fuckin placeSmilin in my faceI got my hand on my gunCuz they got me on tha runSpice mutha fucin oneIm for leavin bodies numbIm a g mutha fuckerCant you seeIm a gRollin deepWith my phat fo-fo uziI comes with a big phat gatAnd hollow point clipAnd quickTo be a soldierBy my shitSo niggaDont try no mo shitNo ho shitCuz when I was brokeNigga didnt give a fuckAbout my statisNow that Im at thisIm loced outAnd livin lavishSo fuck tha gun controlAbout ta bust a cap niggaCuz tha jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac:Now niggaz know that tha jealous got me strappedStepping close to the edgeI got tha cops and tha feds on my backAnd theres no way that Im giving upI rather bury you bitchesCuz aint no to marks gonna worry my richesIf I catch yo ass in traffic (humm)You betta pull for ya pistol an open fireOr get blasted (booo yahh!!)Ill be damned if I dropIt dont stopIm boxin mutha fuckaz with my glockA skinny ass neva had a penny ass niggaI figure my mashfurd pump will show them punks whos bigger (blah)And even if I did fall -- Ill still ballIm bustin mutha fuckers with my back against the wallTill these jealous ass bitches kill meIll be thugin like a mutha fuckerNigga feel meAnd aint no time for mistakesSo homies watch ya backCuz these jealous ass tricks got me strappedJealous got me strapped...Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run...Spice 1:Homie ya know if I dont be runnin with my strapThen I might get blastedGet blasted or blastThats how Im livinSo I blast and blast the bastardI cant be worried about no jail timeCuz niggaz they tryin ta take my headI cant have shit if a nigga deadSo I bust backAnd break the bitch niggaz off propaWith a four-four take nine a chopperAnd try and decapatate a niggaz arms from with his shouldersThese jealous niggaz dont know they fuckin around with a soldierI dont be slippinSo nigga dont wait for me ta fallAnd if I got enoughA hallow tip will smoke em all, yallEnvious niggaz prepare to fly off ya feetCuz Im commin with some mutha fuckin heatPlaya, so keep ya aim straightAnd hit a nigga on tha first shotCuz Im a be tryin ta make your mutha fuckin heart stopAnd dont be screamin out for your family bitchCuz it was your choiceThat we jump into this gangsta shitTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the runTupac: jealous got me strappedSpice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run