360 Degrees - Spice 1, E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', testin'

Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka

That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?

It’s E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain’t understandin' the signs of this

I cuss a mutha fucka out

Niggaz gon' be feelin' what I’m revealin'

Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million

Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze

Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage

Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo

Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco

Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby

Me an' 40 Water in the big body Mercedes

Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe

None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof

Choppin' major game on the strength

Man, we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though

Said her profession just was stackin' major paper roll

First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass

Went from Bennies to Bossalini’s, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I’m glistin' like Sammy Davis

Born an' raised in the Bay, them hataz can’t fade us

I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay

360 degrees, they can’t fade the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz

Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga

From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain

In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what’s goin' down

An' these niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I give

Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to live

But sometimes that shit don’t matta

Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All over shit leavin' tricks motionless

Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss

The only nigga sick as this behind me

Is the gangsta, S P I C E

(Yeah, smell me, yo)

Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name

Five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain

To the greedy lil' paper, I’m on the MTV news

I’m havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

I ain’t a mutha fuckin' Italian but my crew run like the Mafia

8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40 Water

An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit

Met a couple of incidents where some niggaz tried to kill me

Just a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame

When steady bustin' at me is to give no name

But when they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don

They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga

That’s fresh out on bail

Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills

Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, keep or kill

On the real about this underground lifestyle

Intoxicated an' always heavily sedated

Bank’s rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust

Turn into a monster, eatin' weak MC’s up

Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up

Feds wouldn’t ease up, had to put the keys up

Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the weak

Hopin' somebody’s on they knees prayin' fo' me

In the midnight hour, somewhere on them drugs

In a room full 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

They shot my mama’s house up, back in 1992

I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don’t know who

If I knew who?

What?

When?

Where an' how?

If I knew back then, would I know now?

The rap game ain’t never gon' be decreasin'

The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'

And there will be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG

Only drip we been layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton

In a white house wit toys of traction

Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look

You can find me in the Florida designs book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day

Parked up on

Nigga, this ain’t none of that only reason I’m doin' a song wit dude

An 'em is 'cuz I want they region, recognize game

Game recognize game

360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game

360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain

360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game

360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain

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