Ant Banks - Let it Be Known lyrics

Intro: Ant Banks "Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin' Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1 Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known" Verse 1: Spice 1 Spice 1 with the 31 flavors I be takin' my time so the s**ers catch my vapors On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10 I'm a fool when I'm f**in' with a fifth a gin Fly, into the a** of a beat like a buckshot So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot This is a section of my many styles But my direction is to take MC's for many miles So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter Well, I pack the mutha f**in' milimeter Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam Another brother like me sayin' god damn Fact 1 I'm insane to the f**in' brain Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane Your in front of a firin' squad And my job, is just to let it be known Let it be known Verse 2: Spice 1 Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88 With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight Lots of static up in my rhyme, b**hes clingin' up to my noun Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up n***a up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up I am not the one or the two or the three'a I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E Let it be known, yeah Let it be known Verse 3: Spice 1 Dope, how mutha f**in' funky can a n***a get Comin' wit the sh** ya can't f** wit After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria 187 mutha f**a Kickin' that funky sh** ya just can't get enough of Spice, the n***a that's icy like a popsickle Hard as a nickel mutha f**as act fickle Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride On a long trip, get in your sh** and dip 187 up in the tape deck wit the muder sh** Takin' a ship to the dome Spice 1 is up in the house muther f**er, so let it be known Yeah muther f**er, let it be known Verse 4: Spice 1 4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from b**h Black steel is my brother, f** wit me you'll get dissed Boom boom to the head now your body numb I'll punk you out and slap your b**h and get a fifth a rum There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties That's what you get you f** the 1-8-7 Faculty I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone It was busy so I hng up and called twice He said who is it I said it's M.C. mutha f**in' Spice He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' sh** Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland b**h Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile And plus I'm caught up in this muther f**in' freestyle And all you s**ers must'a had a f**in' Pay Day Nutty to f** with S-P-I-C-E on any day I'm so insane that my mind is gone Check it out muther f**er, let it be known