Ant Banks - Peace to My Nine lyrics

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