Sean Freehill - I'm the f**in' Murderer lyrics

Listen, studio gangsta Studio gangsta, studio gangsta Haven't you ever heard of a k**a? Ring-a-ding a ling, I'm called off In a 'Stang with the motherf**in' sawed off n***as that sleep don't wake up Cause I put the gauge to your nuts Have ya coughin' up piss and blood Mark a** n***as don't get no love The evil a** n***a from the F-A-C Bustin' out the hearse with the G-A-T I went to my n***a on the Oakland block He pa**ed me the Glock, said shoot the cop sh** went crazy when I spilt the pig Piggie in a blanket that's what we did Ran down the alley hot wired the Probe Flashbacks of a bloody cop s**in' a chrome I'm lookin' up at my n***a and his name is G G co*ked the Glock and looked back at me I said my name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya My name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya My name is Spice 1 I never hearda ya But a, 187 is a murderer (CHORUS) I'm the f**in' murderer I'm the f**in' murderer Haven't you ever heard of a k**a? Ya see I roll down, I r-roll down t-the block Hand on the h-h-hand on the g-g-Glock Sevent-t-teen, sh-sh-shot Seventeen n***as, p-p-put a plot My name is Sp-spice wiggedy-w-One My uzi w-w-weigh a t-t-t-ton I kicks the r-r-red r-r-rum I leave your b-b-body n-n-numb So keep a n***a c-c, keep a n***a c-calm Lookin' for the b-b, lookin' for the b-bomb Sell me a s-, sell me another O Scandal for the p-p-p-p-po Hurry up and break this n***a for his keys Because his glizock is at my bizzoes before I freeze The n***a with the n-n-n***a with the n-nine Flat motherf**in', flat motherf**in' line (CHORUS) n***as d-d-don't uh-uh-uh-understand I'm a m-m-mad m-m-man k**in' for the k-k, k**in' for the k-ki's Ki's k-k-k, ki's g-g-G's Dump a n***a, d-dump a n***a in a ditch 380 on a n-n-n***a, a** on b-b**h Smobbin' with the sm-sm-smobbin' with the mud Livin' like a l-l-livin' like a-a thug Gatin' n***as, gat-gatin' n***as to a throne Uzi, singa u-u-uzi sing a song D-d-d**h w-w-wish A cap in yo, a capacapa in your esophagus When a n-n-n***a, sw-sw-switch It's a h-hollow t-t-tip There ain't no safety on this double M I got 17 shots, one for you and one for all a them Hoes pushin' up daisy's n***as can't fade me I told you I was crazy ho Ya know you wanna f** with the gat, ratta tat tat Murder fact and it's like that n***a sh** (CHORUS)