歌手:Spice 1
专辑:《AmeriKKKa's Nightmare》

作词 : Banks, Gooden, Green
(verse 1)：
Now don't you run away from my glock
You can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a ******
******iit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs
And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton
Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 fac
Nappy head ass mutha******as wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a mutha******a slangin' ***
Ready to peel a ****** cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the fac
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat
******, and you be feelin' kinda ****** up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my glock
(chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(verse 2):
Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back ******t
The trigga-happy ******, i figure
******s won't wanna step to me
If they know i'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps ******s take naps
Cause i don't be ******' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, ******s feeel me
When i kick this gangsta ass ******t that you never heard
But ****** what you've heard
I smokes ******s like herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So ****** don't be 2 proud to beg
For your mutha******' life
Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, ******
You can't run away from my glock
(chorus): 2x
(verse 3):
Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my mutha******' nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a ****** about what the next ****** done up in the past
******, i like to let a ****** have a bloody body
Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat gat for them suckas
I ain't scared to you mutha******as
******iit, and ****** that's how it be
"rollin' with my mutha******' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that ******t
'bout you gon gaffle me up
I **** your cranium like the mutha******' [?], ******
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and ******t
Feel like a ******' missle when they hit
And i advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my ******s
You gon put in some work, ******
(chorus): 2x
(outro):
Yeah ******
You knew you couldn't ****** wid this g
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass
Ant banks in the mutha******' house
My ****** omar
My ****** knocced out mutha******a drunk and ******t
This ****** jamar lay down the mutha******' studio
Drunk in tha mutha******a
You know what i'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this mutha******a's strapped
You know what i'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my glock
Can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots
187 thousand g