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Jealous Got Me Strapped (feat. 2Pac) - Spice 1



     
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Jealous Got Me Strapped (feat. 2Pac) Lyrics


Spice heres go them niggas yo
Hit that shit, hit that shit
We all niggaz going down where the fuck ya all going downDamn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
On this ol' playa haten ass shit
Know what I'm sayin'? Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggaz didn't give a fuck
If I was pissin' on myself, or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge, nigga
Now you in my muthafuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit
That's alright 'cuz I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass
Me and Pac goin' let you know about
That ol' playa haten ass shit thoughYa see these jealous muthafuckaz
That be playin' me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A muthafuckin' playa
From tha F, A to tha CBack stabbers in tha muthafuckin' place

Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'Cuz they got me on tha run
Spice muthafuckin' one
I'm for leavin' bodies numb
I'm a G muthafucker
Can't you see
I'm a G
Rollin' deep
With my phat fo-fo UziI comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick to be a soldier by my shit
So nigga don't try no mo' shit
No ho shit 'cuz when I was broke
Nigga didn't give a fuck
About my statics
Now that I'm at this
I'm locked out and livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control about ta bust a cap nigga
'Cuz tha jealous got me strappedI keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the runNow niggaz know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
'Cuz ain't no to marks gonna worry my richesIf I catch yo ass in traffic
(Humm)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted
(Boo Yahh)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' muthafuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass Neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger
(Blah)
And even if I did fall, I'll still ball
I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wallTill these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a muthafucker
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
'Cuz these jealous ass tricks got me strappedJealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the runHomie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap
Then I might get blasted
Get blasted or blast
That's how I'm livin'
So I blast and blast the bastard
I can't be worried about no jail time
'Cuz niggaz they tryin' ta take my head
I can't have shit if a nigga deadSo I bust back
And break the bitch niggaz off propa
with a four-four take nine a chopper
And try and decapitate a niggaz arms from with his shoulders
These jealous niggaz don't know they fuckin' around with a soldierI don't be slippin'
So nigga don't wait for me ta fall
And if I got enough
A hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all
Envious niggaz prepare to fly off ya feet
'Cuz I'm comin' with some muthafuckin' heatPlaya, so keep ya aim straight
And hit a nigga on tha first shot
'Cuz I'm a be tryin' ta make your muthafuckin' heart stop
And don't be screamin' out for your family bitch
'Cuz it was your choice
That we jump into this gangsta shitJealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run

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Too $hort discovered rapper Spice 1 (Robert L. Green, Jr.) who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut (Spice 1) was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album as possible, and his hard-edged, angry, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire.

Read more about Spice 1 on Last.fm.


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