Spice 1 - Fetty Chico and The Mack lyrics

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Intro: Mack 10

BLaaaow Blam 187

Straight murder display from LA to the Bay

Westside, My nigga Spice 1 aka Fetty Chico

And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson

What up Spice

Spice 1:

We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's

If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed

Nigga shake the dice up, roll 'em if it's one or ten

They won't be able to put your ass together again

Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices

Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest

From my homie down the street on the block

He copping everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini-Glocks

If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats

Me and my nigga Mack 10 committing terrorist acts

You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath

Have the heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest nigga

Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is

Yay under couches running out of crack houses

We down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack

Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack

Chorus:

Fetty Chico and The Mack

(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter

Fetty Chico And The Mack

(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get

ready for theBlaaoow

Fetty Chico and The Mack

(Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter

Fetty Chico And The Mack

(Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get

ready for theBlaaoow

Mack 10:

I'm in a murderous mindstate

I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight

I smoke that ??? that shit put me in a trance

And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson

Now when I come around punks know they're gone

??? my pistol around and fall straight into a coma

So take if you want it that's my number one motto

Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle

And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo

Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh

???...... chicken hawking

You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk

So I smoked the bitch and made it simple

I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho

So with a hard dick and guns, a bad bitch dies

I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes

Chorus

Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten

that's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in

L-l-leave him in the t-trunk

'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off

the s-safety

I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips

Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips

D-dirty l-licks m-midnight

M-Mack W-One O and l-laser sights

R-rollin b-blunts smoking to the doobie

In my h-hooptie with my uzi t-talking to me

Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off

He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off

So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard

Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard

Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me

So I let him count the bullets in my C-L-I-P

Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack

Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack

187-187-187-187-Blaaaow

Chorus

(Murder Murder)

Murder murder and Kill Kill Kill

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