歌词：
Spice 1 Mind Of A Sick Nigga

goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Redrum, professinal

goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Redrum, professinal gravedigga

what I'm sayin Turn around, motherfucker sheriff Motherfucker got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and shit Handcuffed a nigga Threw him on the backseat, search a nigga

! (spice 1) Murder from the mind of a sick nigga Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and tech clips I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips Suicidal sick

It's better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take It's better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes

my muthafuckin mind playin tricks on me It's sick, homie Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture Goin on a

told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll When my niggas try to ???? Nigga, I can't get fucked in this

mind, I was a fan But as MC's we all are And very few of us become stars (stars) Went from blastin' Magic Mike to grabbin' a mic Tried to sound like Spice

that cuchi be a killa You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce... [Gangsta