(feat. Rappin' 4-Tay)



[Chorus: Spice 1]

They tried to pull my playa card

But das OK

They actin' like they don't know us

But das OK

I done emptied out a whole clip

But das OK

I reload it

I done popped another ectasy

But das OK

Some niggas love to hate

But das OK

I smOKe the ounce of sticky green

Das OK

I reload it



[Rappin' 4-Tay]

I never knew you really comin' to this

You on my hitlist, snug as a bug in the rug yo I lift this

Snicthin', bitchin' gave you everything I could

And just to think we grew up in the hood

It's all bad, you the only one who knew where the dope was stashed

Can't wait to see you motherfucker I'ma smOKe your ass

Wanna get the grain but the head to fetch ya

Payback is a mother motherfucker I bet'cha

You paid for the lock down subquantant facilities

saw the homies who got snitched on

I know you feelin' me



[Spice 1]

Chrome dubs, only showin' love for thugs

Finger fuckin' my fo'-five watchin' sparks from slugs

I'm a ill motherfucker, meanin' I'm sick in the game

I got the thug disease, Fetty Chico the name

When you can play in the Dirty Bay

but you better know how to swim (swim)

And get your ass ate the fuck up by the shark with the brim



[Chorus: Spice 1]

They tried to pull my playa card

But das OK

They actin' like they don't know us

But das OK

I done emptied out a whole clip

But das OK

I reload it

I done popped another ectasy

But das OK

Some niggas love to hate

But das OK

I smOKe the ounce of sticky green

Das OK

I reload it



[Spice 1]

Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck out

Extra doubt, which niggas is next to check out?

I got a fo'-five, A AR and a couple of grenades

Twist ya ass up quick like french braids

It's the B-and-to-the-O-and-the-S-and-to-the-S

and-the-I-and-to-the-L-and-the-L-and-to-the-I

and-the-N-and-to-the-I, born to die

4-Tay we ain't playin', let 'em know how we ride

Startin' with him, what you niggas think it's a jOKe?

I ain't Cheech and 4-Tay ain't Chong

but you gettin' smOKed



[Rappin' 4-Tay]

BLAOW!! How you like me now I'm on a rampage

Fully loaded Mack 11, black 12 gauge

Live fo', bustin' at a swift tempo

Tried to told ya, leave your ass and limbo

Remember those crutches left at the phone nigga

Now it's on nigga (CAUSE YOU A GONE NIGGA!!!)



[Chorus: Spice 1]

They tried to pull my playa card

But das OK

They actin' like they don't know us

But das OK

I done emptied out a whole clip

But das OK

I reload it

I done popped another ectasy

But das OK

Some niggas love to hate

But das OK

I smOKe the ounce of sticky green

Das OK

I reload it



[Rappin' 4-Tay]

Leave you hollow or with flash or die from the gun blast

They can't see me in the Beany or black ski mask

Body bags dumped in trash I'm like sideways

yellow tape on the scene to the slaughter on the highway

My way or no way at all, it's like a pimp's ball

Thought I want it all, got a problem we can brawl

Cops bigger, did he figure he ready to war

BUCK! One, two, three niggas on the (floor)



[Spice 1]

Gang draw, echo three blocks and four

Heard the motherfuckin' blast like it was right next door

BOOM! Fall out nigga you though you was hit

Take a puff of the blunt say Mobb Life's the shit

You see a nigga smash off in R-Grey and a bLack Six

It's the Infamous F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay bitch



[Chorus: Spice 1]

They tried to pull my playa card

But das OK

They actin' like they don't know us

But das OK

I done emptied out a whole clip

But das OK

I reload it

I done popped another ectasy

But das OK

Some niggas love to hate

But das OK

I smOKe the ounce of sticky green

Das OK

I reload it