It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the n***ata-n***ata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Mutha f**as try ta play me yet they callin' me they n***a
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mutha f**in' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a mutha f**in' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The n***as took cover and the b**hes all holla
If you think it's sick then n***a just throw up
I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your f**in' dome toe up
Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a mutha f**in' zoo
Every n***a do whatever the f** he gotta do
The mutha f**in' 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 n***as on the wall
The sh** it never stop because the n***a k**ed a cop
And now the cops are k**in' the n***as 24 around clock
Around the block around the road in every ghetto
Mutha f**as wanna drop me, so I'm livin' like the Devil
With the underground pound, muder facul-sound
So n***as that f** around lay around
And before I end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my mutha f**in' nine
The Nine Milimeter, The Nine Milimeter
Shootin' dice with some n***as 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**h
I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click
I played his a** 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 f**ed up world "G"
I think about the sh** that I used to see
n***as runnin' 'round with the street sweepers
Mutha f**as layin' dead loose change, beepers
b**hes screamin' about the n***as gettin' f**ed up
f** his b**h too, she was stuck up
187 mutha f**as that my showcase
I'll load the clip and k** a whole mutha f**in' race
I'm stressed out like a mutha f**a
b**h got me for a 20, damn clucka
Yeah your right I'm livin' wrong "G"
And I never gave a f** about a dope fiend family
I seen a dope fiend k**ed last week
Left a bloody base pipe in the street
They burnt the b**h up in the trunk over 80 dollars
Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her hollar
Smoke comin' from the trunk b**h 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 n***as in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they tape the sh** off, so yo suit 'em up
And before I end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my mutha f**in' 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 sh**
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 n***as wanna spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous mutha f**as never sleep
I'm gettin' C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, n***a to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm s**in' on a Endo stem
Mix hennesey with thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm high as f**, f**in' around with 187 proof
Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as f** to drop a dime
Because my boys got a n***a back prime time
Rata-tata-tat-tat
Any b**h wanna squab it's like that
Cause I ain't goin' out like a f*g
Got the n***a 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 f** Mickey D's
I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's
Cause that's what a real n***a 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 Mutha f**in' Nine
Yeah
I wanna say peace to my other mutha f**in' nine
Yeah Ant mutha f**in' ba-ba-booga-booga mutha f**in' Banks
I wanna say what up to my n***a G mutha f**in' mzz-Nut, yeah
I wanna say what up to that girl Shorty B in the mutha f**in' house
And my mutha fckin' D.J
Xtra mutha f**in' Large go on with your big a** heh-heh
Yeah, my n***a M.C. mutha f**in' Ant
Kickin' the funky sh** with Spice mutha f**in' 1
187 in the mutha f**in' house, Peace