It's like root beer one of a Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata nine And the clip and the Muthafuckas try ta play me yet they me they nigga
Should I get the AK and like Jack Or should I just reanimate the Fac? My name is 1, but I be comin' like I'm two Or three or four or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late see a drive by drop Impala The niggaz cover and the bitches all holla If you it's sick then nigga just throw up I'm ta bust a cap and leave your fuckin' dome toe up
livin' up in the bay is like a muthafuckin' zoo Every nigga do the fuck he gotta do The muthafuckin' rhyme did the crime century Now it's on because my mouth's in penitentiary
But back to the ghetto you see about it all Rest in peace to dead niggas on the 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 road in ghetto Muthafuckas wanna
So I'm livin' like the With the underground pound, facul sound So niggas that fuck around lay And before I end this rhyme I'd to say Peace to my muthafuckin'
The nine, the nine, the nine, the nine The nine, the nine, the millimeter
Shootin' dice some niggas that I didn't know He pulled a nine when the four hit the floe I wonder why he'd wanna play me like a bitch I thought he I was the one to let the nine click
I played his ass Jesse James and shot him in the throat I picked his tongue up out my mail, now I'm ho I'm stressin' it's a fucked up G I think about the shit I used to see
Niggas runnin' 'round the street sweepers Muthafuckas layin' dead change, beepers Bitches about the niggaz gettin' fucked up his bitch too, she was stuck up
One seven muthafucka that's my showcase I'll load the clip and kill a muthafuckin' race I'm stressed out like a Bitch got me for a twenty, clucka
Yeah, your I'm livin' wrong G And I never gave a about a dope fiend family I a dope fiend killed last week a bloody base pipe in the street
They burnt the bitch up in the trunk over eighty Started drivin' around the hood and I can her holla Smoke from the trunk bitch burnin' up Cops turnin' down the they was turnin' up
I'm hearin' shots ring out twelve at night A car of dead niggas in the midnight Because it gave the a reason just toshoot 'em up But now they tape the shit off, so yo 'em up And before I end rhyme I'd like ta say Peace to my muthafuckin'
The nine, the nine, the nine, the nine The nine, the nine, the nine
The police was comin' I had to the body like I said on the city streets I'm John Gotti When it comes to the gangsta rap I do a drive by murder whole click
See I'm a rebel without a 'Cause in my you learn not to walk a nine in your draws, it's like American Express Because a lot of crazy niggas wanna your flesh
But crazy jealous muthafuckas never sleep I'm gettin' C B banner on the beep, beep, Fill a, to the rim like brim Do a while I'm suckin' on a endo stem
Mix with Thunderbird, gin and juice I'm high as fuck, around with one eight seven proof Hard as a but I'm quick as fuck to drop a dime my boys got a nigga back prime time
Rata tat tat Any bitch wanna squab it's like 'Cause I ain't out like a fag Got the nigga for a and a jag trip and pop the clip
Now I'm gettin' off his sip up my boys on the block and it's on Slangin' by the drug free zone gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes g's I stack So when you step, step caution a nine 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, fuck D's I'd rather pimp hoes and g's 'Cause that's what a real do to make a livin' The talent of was naturally given' And before I end this rhyme I'd to say to my muthafuckin' nine
I wanna say peace to my muthafuckin' nine Yeah, Ant mutha fuckin' ba ba booga booga muthafuckin' I say what up to my nigga G muthafuckin' mzz Nut, yeah I wanna say up to that girl Shorty muthafuckin' B In the house, and my muthafuckin' DJ
Xtra fuckin' large go on with your big ass, heh heh Yeah, my nigga, MC Ant Kickin' the funky shit Spice muthafuckin' 1 One eight seven in the muthafuckin' house,