380 On That Ass Lyrics

380 On That Ass lyrics

f/ Havoc & Prodeje, Havikk







(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 380 (everybody duck)



N-Niggas look crazy







(Spice-1)



Me hit the block with my 3-AD



Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady 



They owe me money and they better pay me 



My shit will fuck up ya posse with the S-C-C



380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back 



So listen closely to the echo of the clap



Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my niggas 



My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the triggers



So now I gotta smob and P-P-P-POP, POP



And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker drop



It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip 



I used to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip



I let my cousin use the shit to jack the Dana-Danes



A G-T-A with jackin nigga left the bloodstain



on the seat of the car he thought I was a star



said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw 







(Chorus: Spice-1)



380 on that ass bitch 



B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)



Niggas look crazy 



B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)



N-Niggas look crazy



B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)



Niggas look crazy 



B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)



N-Niggas look crazy







(Prodeje)



So why you quit fuckin with the nine?







(Spice-1)



I got love for Nina G but she won't fit in my motherfuckin top







(Havikk)



Don't you know that nigga Prod and Hav fuck with the nine and the 380?







(Havoc)



I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep



I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep



I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool



380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood pool



So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide 



I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride 



So nigga smilin eat the shells from the A-T-V



Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty 







(Havikk)



I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga 



187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga 



Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin



They ass is trippin because the Nina gave that ass a whippin 



The back-street way yard six feet digger 



Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver 



The murders watch quickly smoked up



Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over







(Prodeje)



I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts



And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse 



I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0



And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo' anus hole



So punk ?look up? cause the S-P-I-C-E is strapped



And leave your brains pole sating in your fuckin lap







(Havikk)



The cartel is for the killers the Mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers 



The giddily fuckin faculty the Prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga
quicker



380's on that asshole nigga







(Chorus: Spice-1)



B-Blast at 380 



Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)



B-Blast at 380 



N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)



B-Blast at 380 



N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)



B-Blast at 380 



N-Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)