[Verse 1: Seagram]
Sweatin' in the kitchen, cookin' three chickens
I'm Chef Boyardee when it comes to a ki
Forty-three OZ's what I see every time for sure
Latex gloves so it don't get into my pores
Hardcore to the marrow, .4-5 barrel, yo, my dinero
Is being stacked and packed away for a rainy day
I slangs yay, mayne, through the Bay
Hey, AK's is packed on a regular
For my competitors, and my predators
Who like to plot on my riches and my missus
But she packs a deuce-deuce on the gooch and rarely misses
Suspicious n***as get inflicted pain
You couldn't watch Scarface to get this game
Or The Godfather, or New Jack City
I'm from the crew with no pity, the 60s
Like Ripley's Believe It Or Not, I'm top notch
Sippin' on Scotch on rocks and it won't stop

[Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1]
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
(Murder, murder, murder, 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87)
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
(Murder, murder, murder, 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87)
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Murder, murder, murder, murder motherfuckers
Bailin' up outta the hooptie, pullin' out straps up on you suckas
I got the hookup on AK's, mini-14s, grenades
Played they ass like a Station, without no hesitation
Never be waitin' to blast and leavin' that ass up in the casket
You suckas gon' drop, get pistol-whipped then get your ass kicked
I shot the bastard in cold blood up on the street
Put my ear to his chest to hear his last beat
I get adrenaline rushes when you stop breathin'
Take your ass off the earth 'cause your soul has no reason
Freezin', bodies be droppin' stiff like statues
If you fuck over my money, I'm gon' damn sure cap you
If you shittin' out a bag, I didn't finish my job
Come back to put you in a coffin, let your family sob, n***a
Itchy trigger finger, sing a lullaby
S-P-I-C-E, still hard as fuck and born to die
The S-P-I-C-E comin', gettin' hard to kill off
Hard to kill off, hard to kill off, BLAOW

[Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1]
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit (And it won't stop)
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
[Verse 3: Seagram]
My name's Seagram without the comma and "S"
I brings drama then trauma to my suspects
A roughneck since I was a toddler
Now I like Rolexes and Lexus and Rottweilers
And Impalas, a fist full of dollars
A mist of CK1 on my collar
I'm popular, I'm tellin' ya, homes, on the real
I work cellular phones with no bill
The steel's kept close if you feel you want a dose
Of the n***a who macks the most, packs the most
Bust caps the most at my enemies
Who all must die, n***a, LDI is the only way to fly
Why ask why when you know who call shots
Seagster, and it won't stop

[Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1]
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit
[Outro: Seagram, Terry T]
With Terry T on the beats, n***a
Droppin' gangsta shit
Droppin' gangsta shit
Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit
Droppin' gangsta shit
Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit
And it won't stop, and it won't quit
Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit