Spice 1 - Ghetto Thang lyrics

Intro: Ant Banks, Shorty-B Hey, we tapin', all right let's do this sh** Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice Man, the boy ain't nuttin nice, you know what I'm sayin' That's the idea man, it's done Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this sh** Shorty-B I want you to get on the god damn guitar, fittin' ta lay a funky a** beat And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I'm sayin' That's all it take ya know, so we fittin' ta do this sh** and get paid like a mutha f**a Spice kick it Verse 1: Spice 1 187 is f**in' it up cause we be blowsin' Takin' out weak mutha f**as wit the explosion I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up Was it my nine, my n***a that had him fold up I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a Siren, A-K shots firin' It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an' Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he f**in' gotta be jokin' f** all the bullsh**, I'm poppin' two in the brain Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang Chorus: Ant Banks Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) "Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin' Hey Spice do that sh** n***a" Verse 2: Spice 1 A be for acres and J be likely ta jack By the Faculty mutha f**a for short it's the Fac Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you f**in' brains I can't be tamed I'm insane to the membrane Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you f** wit that You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly When your sayin' die mother f**er die S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me Boy, you must'a had an almond joy Huh, this ain't no child's play I'm worse than Chuckie he' a toy Chorus: Ant Banks Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) "Shorty-B break it down homie Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it ain't nuttin' but a" Ghetto thang, ghetto thang "Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice Bring the dope sh** right about now" Verse 3: Spice 1 Well it's the mutha f**in' S the P the I the C-E Not in a h*mocide n***a you might as well be Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this f** wit the posse but yo was useless Can't stop the jack of the f**in' Fac The bum rush'll crush a mutha f**as back Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz Wit a posse that'll probably f** up the task A lot of n***as try ta step to the murderism But all they get is a mutha f**in circumcis'm The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact You got a static you phoned, you better call me back Cause I don't s**er round, nor do I f** around And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around Chorus: Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4) "This sh** is on in the '91 Out this muther f**er Do that sh** homie Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha f**in' house Spice 1 is takin' over sh** in the '91 boy Triad records is in the house Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther f**in' house And we out the mutha f**in' house for all those muther f**ers who didn't know"