featuring Big Syke W.C.



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



Hook



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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