Chords for Spice 1- Born II Die

_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Evil lurks in the mind of a madman.
_ [D] All spice wonder [C] but it work.
Yeah, straight [Ab] motherfuckin' East Bay.
[F] Feelin' the heat, [E] spice motherfuckin' moon.
That's how you do it.
You smile up [Gb] on a nigga, shoot him in his [E] motherfuckin' head.
And drag him [Eb] out the car.
So [Db] motherfuckin' my wrong.
[G] _
Yeah, [Eb] motherfuckin' G-shit jumpin' off the line.
[Bb] Motherfuckin' vibe. [Abm] B.I.
_ _ _ [Bbm] Kill him off like this, spit him [G] out my vibe.
This is my C.E. [Eb] when I'm sayin' born cool.
Die, die, [Dbm] kill him off like that.
Spit him [A] out my vibe, bang, bang.
This is my C.E. when I'm sayin' poor fools die.
[Db] My ass green [G] fire.
The brewer told me shoot that motherfuckin' he's a liar.
I fuck to my [Db] 380 like a bitch on a [Ab] stroke.
When niggas try to [Abm] dick me I haul off the red a [Eb] hoe.
Kill em all.
[Bbm] I can't be fucked in this [G] game, I'm a psychopath.
[G] My AK told me to shove him up them niggas ass.
[Db] I'm havin' long conversations [Am] with Mr.
Millimeter.
He's one of [Eb] my best friends, bitch ass nigga eat up.
[Db] And Mrs.
Mossberg [G] load up in that back truck.
You know that [G] old school bitch, she like to get him pumped.
[Db] And spittin' [Ab] motherfuckers by the seams.
My granddaddy Mr.
AR-15 [Bbm] said he was my only [G] family.
Shoot straight and please don't jam.
[Bbm] My own Glock pistol [Ab] whipped me in my fuckin' head.
Cause he [Eb] said I wouldn't buy the infrared.
[Db] Got in a fight at a club, [G] my gats started walkin'.
Told me to [G] shut the fuck up and let him do the [Bbm] talkin'.
I woke up and they were [Ab] sick to see them guts from my strap.
Tell me Spice motherfucker, you're born to die.
[Db] I was in a jet and [G] walked to the door.
One of them niggas got you sittin' in your ass, it's gone.
I didn't [A] wait for my [E] hair to erase, get [Abm] blown.
One of them niggas got you sittin' in your ass, it's gone.
[Bbm] Yeah.
Get up off my ass, put up my [G] pop, high five.
I see you eat while I'm singin' born to die.
[A] Put up my dad, put up [Ab] my pop, my bank.
I see you eat while I'm singin' poor boy's [C] thang.
Read the drugs and burp, and listen to ooze effects.
[E] And if the shit jump off, I'm killin' everything.
[Em] Don't be actin' like no bitch when the funk is on.
[Abm] Cause if them niggas catch you [Eb] slippin', then your ass is gone.
[F] One for the Glock, [C] two for the clip.
[G] Bullets in your ass make you hop and skip.
[Bbm] Make sure white, [Abm] strapped on the slide.
Open up your chest, about this fuckin' wall.
[Bbm] This ain't no TV, you [G] don't wanna see me.
I'll split your cranium so motherfuckin' easy.
[Db] Lays in your bloody [Ab] head and shut.
My glasses stuff your body like some motherfuckin' dreadlocks.
So get your ass on, throw you cats in slugs.
Brain runnin' down the drain like the L.A. floods.
[A] Don't be fuckin' with the [G] SPI.
I'm tellin' you motherfuckers, I was [Em] born to die.
[Db] Bullets in the chest, and [G] one to the soul.
If the niggas catch you [G] slippin', then your ass is gone.
Born to die.
Ain't no [Db] rest but the head, so your [Ab] brain skip one.
One of the [Abm] niggas catch you slippin', then your ass is gone.
[Db] Kill him off like [Gm] this, put up my pop, high [G] five.
I see you eat while I'm singin' born to die.
Kill him [Db] off like that, put up my pop, high [Ab] five.
I see you eat while [C] I'm singin' born to die.
127, [Db] ass nigga from the [G] bay.
AK spray, so dead body as a lay.
On the [A] concrete, dyin' one beat of the [Am] heart.
Seven day [Bm] old ass body, smell a little tart.
[Db] Pull up to your [G] bumper with a fully loaded magazine.
Rappin' your motherfuckin' ass clean.
[Bbm] Blow the heart out a [Ab] motherfucker back.
Niggas shit on the cell, when I pull [Ab] up, I'm a strap.
Gotta [Bbm] grow profile, about nine [G] in the clip.
Two in a day, begin to mob and get.
It's [A] just another tear, some [Am] gangsta shit.
With niggas [A] murderin' the first of my first.
Split bitch ass [Em] niggas.
[F] Expire, retire.
Stab him in the throat with the Dayton Spock wire.
[E] So don't get caught up in the mix.
I let you motherfuckers know [Em] quick, I'm born to die.
[Bbm] One of the _ [G] _
niggas catch you [G] slippin', then your ass is gone.
Ain't no [Gb] rest but the head, so your [A] brain skip one.
One of the [Am] niggas catch you slippin', then your ass is gone.
[Db] Hit him up like this, for the bop [G] bop bop bop bop.
As he keep turnin' singin' born to die.
[Db] Hit him up like that, for the bop [Ab] bop bop bop bang.
As he keep [Abm] turnin' singin' Paul Ulstine.
[Em] GF nigga, straight walkin' up on a motherfuckin'
takin' his [E] shit with a AK-47 nigga.
Get your [C] shit, cause it's on.
Tell your hoe you gon' be back.
[Bbm] Niggas gon' give [G] up his shit, or he gon' catch a motherfuckin' slug.
Yeah, [Bbm] you gon' catch a [Ab] motherfuckin' slug.
_ [G] Spice one in a [C] motherfuckin' hat.
They killin' him off.
_ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [A] Motherfuckin' shit.
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