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It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the nigg*ta-nigg*ta-nine
And the clip and the trigga
muth* fkas try ta play me yet they callin' me they nigg*
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the muth* fkin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muth* fkin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The took cover and the girls all holla
If you think it's sick then nigg* just throw up
I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your fkin' dome toe up
Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a muth* fkin' zoo
Every nigg* do whatever the fk he gotta do
The muth* fkin' rhyme did the crime last century
Now it's on parole because my mouth's in penitentiary
But back to the ghetto you see just about it all
Rest in peace to dead on the wall
The s**t it never stop because the nigg* killed a cop
And now the cops are killin' the 24 around clock
Around the block around the road in every ghetto
muth* fkas wanna drop me, so I'm livin' like the Devil
With the underground pound, muder facul-sound
So that fk around lay around
And before I end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my muth* fkin' nine
The Nine Milimeter, The Nine Milimeter
Shootin' dice with some that I didn't know
He pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floe
I wonder why he'd wanna play me like a punk b*tch
I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click
I played his as* like Jesse James and shot him in the throat
I picked his tongue up out my mail, now I'm outty ho
I'm stressin' it's a fked up world "G"
I think about the s**t that I used to see
runnin' 'round with the street sweepers
muth* fkas layin' dead loose change, beepers
girls screamin' about the gettin' fked up
fk his b*tch too, she was stuck up
187 muth* fkas that my showcase
I'll load the clip and kill a whole muth* fkin' race
I'm stressed out like a muth* fka
b*tch got me for a 20, d*mn clucka
Yeah your right I'm livin' wrong "G"
And I never gave a fk about a dope fiend family
I seen a dope fiend killed last week
Left a blood base pipe in the street
They burnt the b*tch up in the trunk over 80 dollars
Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her hollar
Smoke comin' from the trunk b*tch burnin' up
Cops turnin' down the streets they was turnin' up
I'm hearin' shots ring out 12 o'clock at night
A car full of dead in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they tape the s**t off, so yo suit 'em up
And before I end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my muth* fkin' nine
The Nine Milimeter, The Nine Milimeter
The police was comin' I had ta dump the body
But like I said on the city streets I'm John Gotti
When it comes to the gangsta rap s**t
I do a drive-by murder your whole click
See I'm a rebel without a pulse
Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
without a nine in your draws
It's like American Express
Because a lot of crazy wanna spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous muth* fkas never sleep
I'm gettin' C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigg* to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix hennesey with thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm high as fk, fkin' around with 187 proof
Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as fk to drop a dime
Because my boys got a nigg* back prime time
Rata-tata-tat-tat
Any b*tch wanna squab it's like that
Cause I ain't goin' out like a f*g
Got the nigg* for a ounce and a Jag
Straight trip and pop the clip
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes over g's I stack
So when you step, step with caution
Cause a nine to your throat 'll have ya caughin'
The S-P-I-C-E
In a rage with a gauge gettin' P-A-I-D
I ain't goin' out fk Mickey D's
I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's
Cause that's what a real nigg* do to make a livin'
The talent of pimp was naturaly given'
So before I end this rhyme
I'd like to say, Peace to my muth* fkin' Nine
Yeah
I wanna say peace to my other muth* fkin' nine
Yeah Ant muth* fkin' ba-ba-booga-booga muth* fkin' Banks
I wanna say what up to my nigg* G muth* fkin' mzz-Nut, yeah
I wanna say what up to that girl Shorty B in the muth* fkin' house
And my muth* in' D.J.
Xtra muth* fkin' Large go on with your big as* heh-heh
Yeah, my nigg* M.C. muth* fkin' Ant
Kickin' the funky s**t with Spice muth* fkin' 1
187 in the muth* fkin' house, Peace