Spice Ln.
Maxo Kream Lyrics


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Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
Talkin' cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)

I ain't gotta use my pipe 'cause I could slap you like a bitch (bitch)
Old peon ass nigga from the shoulders you ain't stiff (bitch)
Remember posted on the Spice I had a Carbon and four fifths (uh huh)
When Reload, J-Bo, and Door Hinges took the plug down for a lick (ok)
They kicked the door and upped the pints, the pounds and codeine yeah they grabbed it
But they stupid ass forgot he had money in the attic (stupid)
He sent them back a text message, cryin' that "I'm laughin'" (haha)
But they still took his fifty pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (what you do?)
Baggin' down and gram it (uh huh)
Put it in a sandwich (Goddamn)
Bag with the paper tag, sellin' swag bags (swag)
Tecs with suppressor max, ain't leave Baghdad
Where we act like your friend then take your gas bag
Niggas know I'm janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky (huh)
Trappin' outta Stone Ridge, sellin' hoes and zones of med'
Where I went I found my plug Matt and took Jimmy's shit
Me and Ike, took ya back, to the trap and fat (fat, okay)
Now we sellin' whole pounds, we ain't bussin' down (uh uh)
Ojo got the strap, you make a move, he bust you down (he bust you)
In the trap I'm sleepin' on the floor, my pallet on the ground
I'm like, "Damn I gotta change that", I started sellin' K packs
Got 'em for the five hunnid, sold 'em for the two
Two a day, fifteen a week, them bitches used to boom (Goddamn)
My walkin' days was over, I copped that matte black Rover (hey)
And then my bitch got pregnant, goddamn I shoulda kept it just a (I'm just a)

Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
Talkin' cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)

Way back in '05, I knew mama was fed up (what?)
She put me out the house, I had to stay with the damn plug (okay)
Hit the kitchen, rock whippin', stole a gun from my brother (hey, hey)
Hit the trenches, Glock grippin', I had corns on my knuckles (hey, hey)
Niggas know Maxo not for play play (hell nah)
Dissin' Ed and D, aim broad day with the AK
Beefin' with YM100 man they should've seen it comin'
We caught 'em off Kirkwood, Lil' Jordan started gunnin' (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hit 'em up ba-da-bing, we shot up everything
Niggas screamin' "Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
On the same block where we lost Baby John and Cheese (hey)
Bobby sellin' crack, Fredro totin' straps (crack, straps)
Body bag, toe tags, catch 'em down bad (catch 'em down bad)
Reload, robbed a nigga, no mask, at the racetrack (hey, hey)
I hit 'em with the okey-dok' and sold his dope back (hey, hey), I'm just a

Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
On that kick door shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks

Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
Robbin' takin' niggas' shit
On that kick door shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks

What you doing around Spice Lane man?
They'll put you in a goddamn casket




And you know what, man?
I'm never even gonna come to your fuckin' funeral, motherfucker

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Maxo Kream's song "Spice Ln." depict a gritty and raw portrayal of his life and experiences growing up in Spice Lane, a neighborhood known for its crime and violence. Maxo describes himself as a "fat black, gap tooth" individual who is notorious for engaging in criminal activities such as robbery and stealing from others. He emphasizes his toughness and disregard for others' well-being, stating that he can physically harm someone like slapping them, and mocking those who lack strength. Maxo reminisces about his past, mentioning a specific incident where he and his associates broke into someone's house to steal drugs and money. Despite the humorous tone, it highlights the dangerous and unpredictable lifestyle Maxo has previously led.


The lyrics also touch on Maxo's personal growth and progression. He mentions his transition from selling drugs in small quantities to selling whole pounds, showcasing his ascension in the drug trade. He reveals his desire to change his living conditions, as he contemplates upgrading from sleeping on the floor to finding better accommodations. Maxo reflects on past relationships and experiences, particularly regretting not keeping his girlfriend's pregnancy. He addresses his identity as a janky individual, someone who can't be trusted and who operates with deceit and manipulation. The song concludes with a threatening message, asserting his dominance and warning others about the consequences of crossing him in Spice Lane.


Line by Line Meaning

Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
I am a large, dark-skinned man with a gap between my front teeth, and I have a reputation for being sketchy and unreliable.


Always known for hittin' licks
I have always been known for robbing and stealing from others.


(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
I engage in the act of robbery, taking things that don't belong to me.


On that kick door shit
I am involved in forcibly entering people's homes to steal from them.


Talkin' cash money shit
I frequently discuss my involvement in illegal activities, particularly those related to money.


A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
I possess and deal with large quantities of drugs, specifically referring to 100 pounds of marijuana and 10 kilograms of cocaine.


I ain't gotta use my pipe 'cause I could slap you like a bitch (bitch)
I don't need to resort to violence with a weapon because I can physically intimidate and harm someone with my strength alone.


Old peon ass nigga from the shoulders you ain't stiff (bitch)
You are a weak and insignificant individual who can be easily overpowered and defeated in a physical confrontation.


Remember posted on the Spice I had a Carbon and four fifths (uh huh)
I recall a time when I used to stay at Spice Lane and possessed a Carbon 15 assault rifle and two .45 caliber handguns.


When Reload, J-Bo, and Door Hinges took the plug down for a lick (ok)
During a specific event, Reload, J-Bo, and Door Hinges successfully robbed our drug supplier for a substantial amount of illicit goods.


They kicked the door and upped the pints, the pounds and codeine yeah they grabbed it
They forcefully entered the location, stole quantities of lean (codeine) along with large amounts of drugs (pints and pounds).


But they stupid ass forgot he had money in the attic (stupid)
Unfortunately for them, the robbers overlooked the fact that there was a stash of money hidden in the attic.


He sent them back a text message, cryin' that "I'm laughin'" (haha)
Upon realizing their mistake, the drug supplier tauntingly messaged the robbers to express his amusement at their oversight.


But they still took his fifty pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (what you do?)
Regardless of their oversight, the thieves still managed to take fifty pounds of drugs, which they later divided and packaged into individual gram quantities.


Baggin' down and gram it (uh huh)
The process of dividing the stolen drugs into individual gram bags.


Put it in a sandwich (Goddamn)
Using the drugs to create a sandwich-like packaging method, concealing the illegal substances within the layers.


Bag with the paper tag, sellin' swag bags (swag)
The drugs were placed in bags with paper tags, creating a distinctive packaging style. These bags were then sold as fashionable and trendy items.


Tecs with suppressor max, ain't leave Baghdad
We possess high-powered firearms with suppressors (silencers) and are well-equipped with military-grade weaponry. Our presence remains strong and unrelenting.


Where we act like your friend then take your gas bag
We pretend to be friendly and trustworthy, gaining your confidence, only to eventually steal from you.


Niggas know I'm janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky (huh)
People are well aware that I am deceitful and unreliable. I metaphorically challenge you to clean up your act and face the harsh reality.


Trappin' outta Stone Ridge, sellin' hoes and zones of med'
Operating a drug-selling operation from Stone Ridge, primarily selling marijuana and prescription medication.


Where I went I found my plug Matt and took Jimmy's shit
Wherever I went, I established a connection with a reliable drug supplier named Matt and proceeded to steal drugs from another individual named Jimmy.


Me and Ike, took ya back, to the trap and fat (fat, okay)
My associate Ike and I took you to a secure location known as the trap, where drugs are sold, and ensured that the situation was lucrative.


Now we sellin' whole pounds, we ain't bussin' down (uh uh)
Our drug operation has expanded, and we are now selling entire pounds of drugs instead of dividing them into smaller quantities.


Ojo got the strap, you make a move, he bust you down (he bust you)
My companion Ojo is armed with a firearm, and if you make any threatening movements, he will respond by shooting you.


In the trap I'm sleepin' on the floor, my pallet on the ground
While working at the drug operation's base of operations, I sleep on the floor, using makeshift bedding made from blankets.


I'm like, "Damn I gotta change that", I started sellin' K packs
Realizing the need for a better living situation, I decided to sell packs of ketamine in order to improve my financial circumstances.


Got 'em for the five hunnid, sold 'em for the two
I acquired the ketamine packs for five hundred dollars and then sold them to customers for the price of two thousand dollars.


Two a day, fifteen a week, them bitches used to boom (Goddamn)
I was able to sell two packs of ketamine each day, totaling fifteen packs per week, which were in high demand and quickly sold.


My walkin' days was over, I copped that matte black Rover (hey)
After achieving financial success from selling drugs, I purchased a matte black Range Rover, signifying an end to my days of walking or having limited transportation.


And then my bitch got pregnant, goddamn I shoulda kept it just a (I'm just a)
Unfortunately, my romantic partner became pregnant, and in hindsight, I realized I should have remained childless, as it complicates my lifestyle as a drug dealer.


Way back in '05, I knew mama was fed up (what?)
During the year 2005, I was aware that my mother had reached her breaking point and was tired of my behavior.


She put me out the house, I had to stay with the damn plug (okay)
As a result, my mother kicked me out of our home, and I had no choice but to seek temporary accommodation with my drug supplier.


Hit the kitchen, rock whippin', stole a gun from my brother (hey, hey)
In order to support myself, I entered the kitchen to cook and sell drugs. Additionally, I stole a firearm from my own brother.


Hit the trenches, Glock grippin', I had corns on my knuckles (hey, hey)
I ventured into dangerous areas, armed with a Glock pistol tightly held in my hand. The physical stress and constant gripping caused calluses on my knuckles.


Niggas know Maxo not for play play (hell nah)
People are well aware that I am not someone to be taken lightly or underestimated in any way.


Dissin' Ed and D, aim broad day with the AK
I openly disrespect and provoke the rival individuals known as Ed and D, directly challenging them by brandishing an AK-47 during daylight hours.


Beefin' with YM100 man they should've seen it comin'
Engaging in a heated rivalry with YM100, a group of individuals who should have anticipated and prepared for our confrontations.


We caught 'em off Kirkwood, Lil' Jordan started gunnin' (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We successfully ambushed the YM100 members on Kirkwood Avenue, with Lil' Jordan opening fire and shooting multiple rounds rapidly.


Hit 'em up ba-da-bing, we shot up everything
We unleashed a rapid barrage of gunfire, hitting our enemies without hesitation and causing widespread destruction.


Niggas screamin' "Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Our rivals openly express their disdain for me, Maxo Kream, and are fully aware of our location and whereabouts.


Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
My activities are concentrated within the areas known as Spice Lane and Stone Ridge, specifically near the McDonald's restaurant.


On the same block where we lost Baby John and Cheese (hey)
Tragedy struck on the exact same block where we mourned the deaths of individuals known as Baby John and Cheese.


Bobby sellin' crack, Fredro totin' straps (crack, straps)
Bobby is involved in the sale of crack cocaine, while Fredro always carries firearms for protection.


Body bag, toe tags, catch 'em down bad (catch 'em down bad)
We inflict severe physical harm on our enemies, leaving them in body bags and using toe tags to identify their lifeless bodies. We target them when they are at their most vulnerable.


Reload, robbed a nigga, no mask, at the racetrack (hey, hey)
Reload, one of our associates, successfully committed an armed robbery without wearing a disguise, choosing to target a person at a racetrack.


I hit 'em with the okey-dok' and sold his dope back (hey, hey)
Personally involved in the robbery, I used a deceptive strategy to deceive the victim before returning and selling his stolen drugs back to him. I am crafty and cunning in my actions.


What you doing around Spice Lane man?
Why are you in the vicinity of Spice Lane? It's a dangerous area.


They'll put you in a goddamn casket
If you're not careful, the people in this area will kill you and bury you.


And you know what, man?
Furthermore, let me tell you something.


I'm never even gonna come to your fuckin' funeral, motherfucker
I have so little respect for you that I will not even attend your funeral if you were to die. I hold immense disdain towards you.




Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah Jr., Xavier Dotson

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Whole album is fire damnnn

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This whole album slap ๐Ÿ’ฏ

RIP Mac Miller, you helped me with a lot

Got this one on repeat.

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Samantha Urban

I just put myself on to Maxo and every song SLAPS

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That's cuz he's a cripstian

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