[Intro: Spice 1]

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven

the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven BLAOW!!

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven

the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven

the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven

the one eighty seven



[Spice 1]

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don't shank ya

Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches

Givin' them niggas stitches, smokin' them with the peoples

cause a - ain't no love see I'm just a G

with twin glocks on my side you can't fuck with me

Once again they come at me with that same old shit

Got to show 'em, let 'em know I'm not no punk ass bitch

Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile

S-P-I-C-E comin', we gettin' hard to kill

So sit your ass down don't you flinch one inch

Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench

Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson

Servin' your ass like salad dressin'

So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug

Leavin' 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 up

Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up

Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gaffle

Put a worm hole in your rotten apple

Time for confrontation, and I know this

ex-drive through won't give me your exact location

So don't be sleepin', cause I'm gon' be creepin'

Cleanin' shit up, straight street sweepin'

My destination ain't too far

As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car

to come and get ya, I'm drinkin' Red Rum

Don't need a damn thing for the chase cause I likes to taste

One eight seven artist, play your ass like a Sega punches

Back 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 lives

Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives

I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds

Shake 'em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle 'em down

They claimin' this O.G. is a has been

But I'll be damned if I let these

busta's think that I won't pull out my mac again

We can all talk, it ain't no thing to bust

Leavin' your flesh lookin' like it's melted as I raise up outta the cut

Mad man killer, feel me on the realer

wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap filler

Ready to handle my business

Wrappin' it all in my clip blowin' niggas outta eight story windows and shit

So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watch

for the nine millimeter and a nigga that's makin' your place look stocked

Peel a cap for the funk he did that's smokin' on this BT

Niggas 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!!)