Murder
Spice Lyrics

Rollin down the block smokin' endo
I am smoking marijuana while driving down the street.

I got the glock and I'm headed for the liquor sto'
I am carrying a handgun and going to the liquor store.

Rollin up slowly, feelin' on my gold teeth
I am driving slowly and admiring my gold teeth.

And one of these niggas said they know me
Someone claims to recognize me.

He looked kinda familiar
I can't confirm if I know him or not.

But nigga, don't step too close, I might kill ya
But I warn him not to come too close, or I may shoot him.

I couldn't really tell who he was
I am unsure of the man's identity.

But I ain't really trippin', 'cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I am not too worried about who he is because I am high from smoking marijuana.

I hop out of my shit and lock the car do'
I park my car and lock the doors.

As I step into the store I'm starin at some hard hoe
I am looking at an attractive woman as I enter the store.

She said "whats up", like a nigga, to me
The woman greets me with slang.

I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
I go to the back of the store and begin smoking marijuana.

Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
I am considering what brand of liquor to purchase.

Looked up, some niggas runnin' at me, 'bout 4 deep
Suddenly, four men are running towards me.

runnin' up on Spice 1 ain't wise
They should know not to run up on me.

Whip a nigga ass with some St. Ides
I will hit someone with a bottle of St. Ides beer if I need to defend myself.

Ran up out the liquor store
I leave the store quickly.

Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
I grab my gun and shoot a woman.

Now what they want to start shittin' fo'?
I wonder why these men are starting trouble with me.

Now if the bitch wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
If the woman didn't put up a fight, I wouldn't have had to shoot her.

But fuck that shit when it's money or murder
When it comes down to it, I will do what I need to defend my money or take someone's life for it.

I smashed out the parkin' lot, hoes watched
I quickly speed away as women watch me leave.

As I shipped another bullet to this bitch's dock
I shoot another woman as I drive away.

I sailed off like a yacht
I speed away with ease like a yacht sailing on water.

Now that's one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
I have injured a man with a 40 oz. beer bottle and killed another woman with my gun.

So what's next in this episode?
I wonder what will happen next in this story.

Fo' niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road
Now four men chase me in a Cutlass car down the street.

I hit 580 like the last time
I speed on Highway 580 as I did before.

And I'm gettin' kinda short on my gas line
I am starting to run low on gas.

Doin' one hundred in my five-o
I am driving at 100 miles per hour in my Ford Mustang.

Buckshot shatter blast out my window
I hear the sound of gunfire shattering my car windows.

Now they think they got me
The men think they have caught up to me.

So I slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
I slow down and prepare to shoot with my gun in hand.

Pulled up on the side
I move to the side of the road.

shootin' at the nigga that I busted with the St. Ides
I shoot at the man who I hit with the bottle of St. Ides beer earlier.

And since I couldn't lose, gee
Since I couldn't get away, I act aggressively.

I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
I try to force him off the road like in action movies.

And that's about the time that he's fucked
At this point, he is in trouble.

Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
I kill him by shooting him in the throat as he crashes into another truck.

I'm in the cut, late night
I am hiding somewhere at night.

Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
Two men argued but didn't fight.

I'm watchin' niggas die over cocaine
I am witnessing men getting killed over cocaine use and distribution.

Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the game
One man was killed with a bullet to his head.

Some niggas don't know
Some people are unaware.

He want to pump my gas, but I think I seen a forty four
A man offers to pump my gas but I suspect he has a gun.

I figured it's a jack, because instead
I assume it's a robbery because he didn't pump my gas like expected.

Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
Instead of gasoline, he intended to fill me with bullets.

So now I need a murder plan
I start thinking about how to defend myself and harm the attacker.

Reach under the seat with my left hand
I reach under my car seat with my left hand to grab my gun.

He walked up lookin' funny at a nigga
He approaches me suspiciously.

I'm sittin' calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
I remain calm but ready to shoot with my gun's trigger finger.

Nigga want to see my blood waste
The attacker wants to see me bleed.

But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut case
He underestimated me and I have a violent history.

He tried to pull a forty four
He tries to pull out a gun.

But soon as he reached I fucked him up with the car do'
But I hit him with the car door before he can shoot.

I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
I exit the car and attack him physically.

He said, "Please, Spice 1, don't blast me"
He pleads with me not to shoot him.

Close your eyes and grip your dick
I tell him to prepare to die and to hold himself.

I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
I shoot him and enjoy watching him suffer.

It ain't shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
I find pleasure in seeing him suffer from his stomach injury.

When it's money or murder
When it comes to protecting my money, I am willing to commit murder.