Kill Street Blues (Explicit) - Spice 1

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the morning popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the morning popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Sit your 5 dollar a** down

Ni**a 'fore a chief baller make change

Cookin' up yae yo at 3 in the mornin'

Choppin' up game sackin' up caine

Fetty was layin' all over the floor

I guess you cold say that I was slippin'

As the door kick in

I stick in my clip and begin the dippin'

Up on these so called popo

But I know it can't be nuthin' but some niggas

Runnin' up in ski masks

So I continue to curse and blast that asses out

Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes

Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom

Uzi's and Mack thangs start lettin' off

Niggas catchin' slugs to the face

Baking soda some niggas brains coc*ine all over the place

Took a dive behind the coach

Heard a ni**a say "We gonn' kill you"

My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said "F**k them niggas I feel you"

So I bail up outta the cut tryin' ta take lives with no remorse

Lookin' like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"

Now it's 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I still don't snooze

'Cuz all my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the morning popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the morning popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

1 ni**a died high

Face down in uncut yae

I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body

Told him have a nice day

My homie said "The real feds is comin'" said he was hit

I pull the bloody corpse off his body he told me get the sh*t

Ran to the kitchen hopin' over the deceased

Gotta get the rocks money and powder and evade the police

Put the fetty up in my hand gotta be quick gotta be nimble

Look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the window

Now it's time for me and my homie to mob the f**k on out

As we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house

Can't say nuthin' about them other niggas them haters is out there dead

Couple a slugs up in they head with a house full of feds

And ain't no time to be stickin' around

I'm hearin' them ambulances and homocides

I'm ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride

I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped ni**a dyin' on me

Partner dropped down to the ground

That's when them popo started firin' on me

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Threw the caine down got to mobbin' off

As the popo yelled out freeze

Lost a down a** homie and the yae yo man

But f**k it I'ma keep the cheese

My partners eyes wide open

Ni**a layin' there one breath too short

But each time ya ni**a Spice 1 hit the corner

In a big white cloud of smoke

Federalles on my bumper baby

Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no punk

Use the right hand to do the drivin' thang

And the left hand ready to dump

Led 'em on a high speed chase

For about 30 minutes or a little bit more

Got a triple thang murder up under my belt

'Bout 60 thousand ta doe doe

Oh no

Heard a slg hit my back tire

Then I spun around

Runnin' into the side while tearin' all sh*t down

B**ches was screamin' niggas was cussin'

Po Po bustin' at me punk a** ni**a

Run into the liquor store

Knowin' they'll never catch me

But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway

Ain't this a b**ch some fedy with a 12 gauge

Put the barrel fight up to my sh*t "Stay right there ni**a"

Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor

Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt Kickass' 4 4

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(3 in the mornin' popo at my door)

This is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock

This is how we clock stroll up on my block

(I'm wonderin' if really popo with y'all)

This is kill street blues