Busta`s Can`t See Me

(Intro: Spice 1)<br>One eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven BLAOW!!<br>One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven<br>the one eighty seven<br><br>(Spice 1)<br>Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta<br>Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don`t shank ya<br>Glock shooter, dumpin` `em up in ditches<br>Givin` them niggas stitches, smokin` them with the peoples<br>cause a - ain`t no love see I`m just a G<br>with twin glocks on my side you can`t fuck with me<br>Once again they come at me with that same old shit<br>Got to show `em, let `em know I`m not no punk ass bitch<br>Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile<br>S-P-I-C-E comin`, we gettin` hard to kill<br>So sit your ass down don`t you flinch one inch<br>Hollerin` at you with this twelve gauge under my trench<br>Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson<br>Servin` your ass like salad dressin`<br>So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug<br>Leavin` your bloody body in the mud<br><br>(Chorus: Spice 1)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br><br>(Spice 1)<br>Thought you was my nigga but you set me up<br>Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up<br>Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gaffle<br>Put a worm hole in your rotten apple<br>Time for confrontation, and I know this<br>ex-drive through won`t give me your exact location<br>So don`t be sleepin`, cause I`m gon` be creepin`<br>Cleanin` shit up, straight street sweepin`<br>My destination ain`t too far<br>As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car<br>to come and get ya, I`m drinkin` Red Rum<br>Don`t need a damn thing for the chase cause I likes to taste<br>One eight seven artist, play your ass like a Sega punches<br>Back in the game, knockin` out teeths`<br>Blowin` motherfuckers in Teresa`s pieces<br><br>(Chorus: Spice 1)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br><br>(Spice 1)<br>Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo`-five, don`t wanna see me take no lives<br>Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives<br>I`m servin` the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds<br>Shake `em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle `em down<br>They claimin` this O.G. is a has been<br>But I`ll be damned if I let these<br>busta`s think that I won`t pull out my mac again<br>We can all talk, it ain`t no thing to bust<br>Leavin` your flesh lookin` like it`s melted as I raise up outta the cut<br>Mad man killer, feel me on the realer<br>wouldn`t bullshit ya homie I`ma cap filler<br>Ready to handle my business<br>Wrappin` it all in my clip blowin` niggas outta eight story windows and shit<br>So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watch<br>for the nine millimeter and a nigga that`s makin` your place look stocked<br>Peel a cap for the funk he did that`s smokin` on this BT<br>Niggas pop at my shadow cause these busta`s can`t see me<br><br>(Chorus: Spice 1)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)<br>Busta`s can`t see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!)