Aiyyo Spice, all rich motherfuckers keep going to The record buyin' these fake ass raps, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, I hear you byte all fake shit Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, you what I'm sayin'?
Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and gats I'm ready to jack these motherfuckers, I'm ready to break up Yeah, fuck that, let's that business Huh, yeah, we flow sumptin' funky
Check it, 1 is fuckin' it up upon the flow And if you got the motherfucker we can go My homie Ant Banks got the bass thumpin' Stop a nigga heart my mouth is a guage pumpin'
is on the one and Ant is on the two But y'all kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin' Steppin' into the ring 'em up like Michael Tyson
Gimme all your 'cause I'm about to blast And 50 bullets in your motherfuckin' ass Niggas think I'm crazy I'm poppin' off at the mouth And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned
My name is 1, I be a vicious motherfucker Get you for a key and leave you in the gutter
And if you its possible to harm 'em I be stickin' my up in your ass like it was [Incomprehensible] So brake yourself and buy the motherfuckin' tape The beat'll fuck your like a statutory rape
Murderous on the gangsta tip So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' And by the way if you want life don't take yourself Buy the dope ass record and yourself
Huh, yeah, you know what I'm Got MC Ant in the house He came to break motherfuckers Load the and handle your business, partner
A N T is like a pro in it Niggas didn't know I kick it funky and flow with it up out the O A K L A N D Coolin' all the when I be on the late night tweak
Who's that on the corner be and starin' to makin' 'em stutter Was MC Ant, the rip-a-rappin' motherfucker 187 with the 211 and So get out the shit bitch because I'll just
whip your ass and slam the tape I pop if you wanna and dump you off in the lake Run if you dumb I'm quick to pop the clip Slip if you slip, I'm tough and won't even trip
Don't and you won't get hurt Take off your clothes and put your face in the dirt This is a gank move, bitch So give me money and your jewels and make me rich
Another nigga might play it on a tip But Ant and won't be takin' no bullshit Everything nigga, even gold tooth I the motherfucker lose if you want prove
'Cause I'm for the mail And if worth the jail I'm out on bail If it ain't given I'll straight up your wealth Tell a straight up brake yourself
Yeah, and how we run that shit on this motherfuckin' stage Right now, you know what I'm Ay, Spice, I want you to step to 'em and kick it one time With that shit
It's like a G O, and I kick in a a motherfucker So stop at the red light and I just wanted a Another rich ass on a ego tip up the Rolex watch [Incomprehensible] bitch
And have ya in the back of a black hearse Bitch, if you want your life give me fuckin' purse This is a Halloween or treat But if you trick you get shut up left dead in the street
'Cause 187 is runnin' shit up in the Down to you in your motherfuckin' mouth And MC Ant of O A K L A N D Is the faculty and S P I C E
So put the goodies the bag This ain't a lolly gag in my clip and raise him up out his jag I let the 9 click Comin' at our dome kickin' funky gangsta
So empty your pocket, pull out your bank roll Try to be a hero and let us nut up your ass 'Cause Arnold Schwarzenegger just parts But I in stoppin' nigga's hearts
187 is sendin' niggas to heaven We beat the out your eardrums and keep it revvin' So don't pound too hard and fuck up health And by the way drop the Abraham Lincolns and brake
Motherfucker you wanna spent that on that bass hip You wanna get the bomb, Yeah, brake yourself and get with the real shit
Yeah, , MC Ant and Spice in the house With Ant on the tracks Yeah, Ant Banks in the motherfuckin' 187
Goin' out to all you We got the shit Bustin' caps in your motherfuckin' jackin' it, I'm out