Lyrics:

(Prodeje) Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off Peace to my motherfuckin nine (Spice-1) Yeah I remember that old shit (Prodeje) So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what? (Spice-1) Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half (Prodeje) Man don't you know the Nina is the shit? (Spice-1) Motherfucker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer P-E-A-C-E to my motherfuckin nine servin ya Cause I don't give a fuck who you are Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit 380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch You don't know who the fuck you're steppin to my nigga row I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do' My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) sunny Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst 187 on an undercover P-I-G They better duck when they see the chrome 3-AD I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death 187,000 g motherfucker rest The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit (Chorus: Spice-1) 380 on that ass bitch B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck) Niggas look crazy B-Blast at 3