It's like root one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata And the and the trigga Muthafuckas try ta play me yet they me they nigga
Should I get the AK and like Jack Or should I just reanimate the muthafuckin' My name is Spice 1, but I be like I'm two Or maybe three or four or just a muthafuckin'
Late night see a by drop Impala The niggaz took cover and the all holla If you think it's sick then nigga just up I'm quick ta bust a cap and your fuckin' dome toe up
'Cause livin' up in the bay is like a zoo nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do The muthafuckin' rhyme did the last century Now on parole because my mouth's in penitentiary
But to the ghetto you see just about it all in peace to dead niggas on the wall The shit it never stop because the killed a cop And now the cops are killin' the niggas twenty four the clock Around the around the road in every ghetto Muthafuckas drop
So I'm livin' the devil With the underground pound, muder facul So niggas fuck around lay around And before I end this rhyme I'd to say to my muthafuckin' nine
The nine, the nine, the nine, the millimeter The nine, the nine, the nine
Shootin' with some niggas that I didn't know He pulled a nine when the double hit the floe I wonder why wanna play me like a punk bitch I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine
I played his ass like Jesse James and shot him in the I his tongue up out my mail, now I'm outty ho I'm stressin' a fucked up world G I think about the shit that I to see
Niggas runnin' 'round the street sweepers Muthafuckas layin' loose change, beepers Bitches screamin' about the niggaz gettin' up his bitch too, she was stuck up
One eight seven muthafucka my showcase I'll load the clip and kill a whole race I'm stressed out like a got me for a twenty, damn clucka
Yeah, your I'm livin' wrong G And I never gave a fuck a dope fiend family I seen a fiend killed last week Left a bloody base pipe in the
They burnt the bitch up in the trunk eighty dollars Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her Smoke comin' from the trunk bitch up Cops turnin' down the streets was turnin' up
I'm hearin' ring out twelve o'clock at night A car full of niggas in the midnight Because it gave the cops a just toshoot 'em up But now tape the shit off, so yo suit 'em up And before I end this I'd like ta say to my muthafuckin' nine
The nine, the nine, the nine, the nine The nine, the nine, the nine
The police was comin' I had to dump the 'Cause like I said on the streets I'm John Gotti When it comes to the gangsta rap I do a drive by murder your click
See I'm a without a pulse 'Cause in my you learn not to walk Without a nine in your draws, it's American Express Because a lot of crazy niggas spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous muthafuckas never I'm gettin' C B on the beep, beep, beep Fill a, to the rim like brim Do a drive-by while I'm on a endo stem
Mix Hennessey with Thunderbird, gin and I'm high as fuck, fuckin' around with one eight seven Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as fuck to a dime Because my boys got a nigga prime time
tata tat tat Any bitch wanna squab it's that 'Cause I ain't goin' out a fag Got the for a ounce and a jag Straight trip and pop the
Now I'm rich off his sip Pick up my boys on the block and on Slangin' by the drug free zone gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes g's I stack So when you step, with caution 'Cause a to your throat'll have ya coughin' The S P I C E, in a rage a gauge gettin' P A I D
I ain't goin' out, Mickey D's I'd rather hoes and clock g's 'Cause that's what a real nigga do to make a The talent of was naturally given' And before I end this I'd like to say Peace to my muthafuckin'
I wanna say to my other muthafuckin' nine Yeah, Ant mutha fuckin' ba ba booga booga muthafuckin' I wanna say what up to my G muthafuckin' mzz Nut, yeah I wanna say what up to that girl Shorty B In the house, and my muthafuckin' DJ
Xtra mutha fuckin' large go on with big ass, heh heh Yeah, my nigga, MC Ant the funky shit with Spice muthafuckin' 1 One eight seven in the house, peace