Hook:
 5 1 0 and 2 1 3 is you a baller or a G?

 Spice 1 Intro:
 Ha ha ha. To thug or not to thug? To G or not to G? See that's the
 question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause I'm from the Bay.
 Dub C  Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me.

 Spice 1:
 Count the dollars on the Lexy don't waste your time
 Let it shine let it shine let it shine
 Mizzolas and 850 flossin' I'm tossin'
 Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin'
 Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke
 My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me
 The G with the strap up on my side
 Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know I'm ready to ride
 Hide but you can't get away
 This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away
 But you still pull it on me, see I ain't trippin'
 I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me
 Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me
 Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost
 Kill 'em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss
 Mobster ballin' out the hooptie
 Who could it be? S.P.I.C.E.

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 Big Syke:
 Sound like baller I'm caught up in troubled times
 Destiny knows help me free my mind
 What can I do but stay true and be a man
 I'm just doin' what I can
 Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice
 Hang out with killers and dodge device
 Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?)
 I wouldn't of done it if I didn't have to
 In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin'
 Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for a home I feel alone
 On these cold streets, sleepin' on couches with no sheets
 God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration
 I'm facin' more time then I really got to give
 Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3

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 WC:
 It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
 And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
 Trunk fulla keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
 I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue Chevy
 My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready
 With G's crime related, affilated eyes faded
 Big bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federated
 My crews full of nothin' but riders high off the Remy
 Chuck Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha)
 Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and night
 Went from chronic to water but now we pushin' the China white
 Much loved by many but now by many hated
 Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it
 But don't get mad at me because I executed the game
 I got my hustle on loc you can do the same

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