(spice 1)
Four years ago i was stuck on the grind
Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes
Till i came with sh** that got a muthaf**a known
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a muthaf**in' g
And all the n***as came amazed at me
Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack
The fiends used to scream for my muthaf**in' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now i'm k**in' n***as on the microphone
Sp-spice 1 kickin' sh** to ma**
A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
You see that's the life that i lead
I put a slug in a n***a try to f** with me
So step back move back n***as try to jack
But ain't no muthaf**in' love i put you on your back
Start some sh** at the party first n***a to glance
I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove i'm tryna come above
They call me spice 1 and ain't no muthaf**in' love
(chorus):
I said one to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your a** for you to say g
The s to the p the i the c-e
You s**a a** n***as can't f** with me
(spice 1):
I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville
And when you look up inside you see a n***a that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side
You might catch a slug if i'm on a hoo-ride
I said i first come i first served basis
n***as catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind for my people's delight
And to you s**a a** n***as you just ain't right
Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen
And n***as wanna stick you if they see your a** again
You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew
But n***as walk away and all the bullets hittin' you
(chorus)
(spice 1):
I said one to the two, two to three
My dj xtra-large and g-n-u-t
We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face
Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace
Let off rounds you fall down to the ground
You s**a a** n***a another dead clown
You're a 5 dollar boy and i'm a million dollar player
You's a s**a a** n***a i had to spray ya
You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine
But i'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind
I'm comin' from the sickest city around
Spittin' some gangsta sh** the dirty bay is the town
So g-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure
Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead n***a
{g-nut:}
G-n-u-t in the place to be
Pimp straight up out a player's university
Every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge
Didn't have no mail so i said : 'f** college!'
I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack
And the game that i spit'll put your b**h on the back
I'm dressed to k** i love to style
I'm the mc you know hoe check my file
The big-lip n***a for your regard
500 dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town then i go back home
Break a b**h for her mail bought a cadillac chrome
Deep in the cut for all you b**hes delight
And if a n***a playa-hate he gon have to fight
Because when i grind i hits the strip
Every time i sell out i buy a brand-new zip
It don't take a lot to entertain'
And like my n***a method man i'ma bring the pain
You can't rock the shop if you high off hop
You gotta let a n***a know you'll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins