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