Juntos tu y buenos sues Los placeres son eternos Di que es posible, di que es posible Ya no dudes mas conmigo No hay peligro, no hay motivo Puedes
Juntos tu y yo en un sueno Luz de velas, sol eterno Di que es posible, di que es posible Ya no dudes mas conmigo no hay peligro, no hay motivo puedes
[Chorus:] Kill 'em all [x4] cuz everybody dyin' on this muthafuckin' album Kill 'em all [x4] don't kick up in the dirt when i'm puttin' in work Kill
lurks in the mind of mad men I have to call Spice 1 to put in work [Spice 1] Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house Spice motherfuckin 1
on, come and do a little somethin' with me... If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... [Spice 1] Some of you niggas can
what I'm sayin' That's all it take ya know, so we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka Spice kick it [Verse 1: Spice 1] 187 is fuckin
you know what I'm sayin' Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1 Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known" [Verse 1: Spice 1] Spice 1 with the
[Intro:] Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha BLAOW! Y'know I'm sure all you hustlers out there know every rose got its thorns Aha-ha You know I
A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga) [Verse 1] I'm sick up in this game I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts & slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass
(feat. 2Pac) [Intro: Spice 1 Talking] Ohhh, you a fool Spice 1 LP, 2Pac, doin' it like that Takin' it one day at a time Stayin' here strong you know
(feat. Black C, Que) we're ready made niggaz all about our paper we want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese [Spice 1] It's bossalini, fetty
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs [CHORUS x3] Them nigga
Welcome to the ghetto [Verse 1:] Livin day by day in my hood on the spot See the same old things: same dope fiends cops Just an average day in the streets
10 years With longevity, nigga, deep as fuck in this game How could you speak upon a legendary East Bay Gangster Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1
Dere's no time for dem future Come short wit me 9 milimeter Body beater, doesn't pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh [repeat] [Verse 1: Spice 1
Chorus Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go (Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah
rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis While others
Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin' 1
