(Chorus): 4x

Groupie ass 

bitch type of niggas can't fade me    

They're callin' me a lunatic                      

But murder ain't crazy                            

 

(Spice 1 - overlapping chorus)

Yeah, yeah, hahahha

Wassup nigga?

Don't look at me like y'all know who I am 

AmeriKKKa's nightmare

Spice muthafuckin' 1

Nigga, young, black

You know I won't give a fuck



(Verse 1):

Old school drop caddy five, six niggas

Rollin' up in my rearview

With they fingers up on them triggers

Come let's take a trip 

And hop into some gangsta shit with me

13 caps for them niggas who wanna get with me

Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me

Wanna put some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me

But I don't give a fuck I just stay strapped

And be a soldier about that shit

When it comes to peelin' their caps nigga

So won't ya get your blast on

And if you miss me with your 13 shots

Nigga your ass's gone

Cause I'm gon hit you on that first shot

And then I ain't gon stop

Until some muthafuckas call the cops

Then I磍l be 187 thousand like my song say

Cause you was fuckin' with this nigga on the wrong day



(Chorus): 4x



(Verse 2):

See I be raisin' them up off the block

With my ???

Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city

I comes with much cloud 

And whenever one nigga could take me out

Rollin' him up like Levis cough him and stuff him

Key him like bean pies

And niggas be talkin' that shit

But yo ain't none of them runnin' up

I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is feelin' buck shots

I thought you niggas knew

I'm finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce

And when I gat that ass someone'll leave him lyin' there

Cryin' there the muthafucka's dyin' there

And Mr. Lawrence better have insurance

Cause I'ma G-a-Gat that ass with the touriz

Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy

Punk muthafuckas like you can't fade me

Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger

Ol' groupie ass bitch type of nigga



(Chorus): 4x



Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me

Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380

I creep up on they ass tip-toe with the PUMP

Split a nigga down the middle like Phillie blunt

I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in check

And all my posse pack Glock .9's Uzi thangs and Tecs

You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning

Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones 

And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk

Niggas down ass fuck but we don't wanna funk

Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we used to do

Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew

W-a-with a ring on my muthafuckin' cellular 

As I heard a nigga screamin': 'get the fuck out the car!'

Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo sacc

As my DJ X-TraLarge blew that bitch on his back

Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure

He was a groupie ass bitch type of nigga



(Chorus with Overlap):

Yeah

Whassup nigga?

Y'all muthafuckas ain't fadin' a real last G

Nigga

Peelin' cap for the muthafuckin' strive

Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this

You don't won't none of this

Step back nigga

Just listen

Watch muthafucka

Look at some real last niggas rip shit up

For '94

Punk ass nigga

Yeah

Yeah

Back again with some of that murder shit

Spiggedy One whippin' up on that ass for '94 and '95 bitch

Hahaha

What y'all niggas know about a real last G

Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily

BEYOAAATCH!!!

187 thousand G