1.In My Neighborhood
Hey yo, spice
What's goin on, man？
I see five-o over there
Is that five-o？
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week
But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side
It's finna be on
Is that right？
Yeah
But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on？
Same muthafuckin neighborhood, man
Just tryin to get this shit off the ground
This rap thing, you know？
Yeah, i heard that shit, man
Let them niggas know what time it is
Yeah
Check it
I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks？
Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence
A nigga didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse
Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it
He got the task on his ass, better haul it
Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard
Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard
Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit？
Or pull a jack move and let the nine click
I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock
I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette
Nothin but the money for the paycheck
'another day, another dead up in the alleyway'
That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say
The california life, task in the palm trees
Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's
Up in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
(in my neighborhood)
In my
In my
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Funk - is a part of my life
It's the sound of the gangster spice
Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin millimeter, have one
Or two or three or four
Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
Boom-boom! to the death of a cop
Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop
Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnapps
And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop？
Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of dope
Niggas slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats
The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock
Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock
See a undercover cop raise off the block
That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks
Cause on the tv they make it look real good
But mr. rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the
neighborhood
In my neighborhood
(in my neighborhood)
In my
In my
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some people stay for good
I see a dopefiend yellin he's a o.g.
He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me
I say, 'what up, old man, i seen your face before'
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
He said, 'young-ass nigga,' and then he threw the bottle
I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast
Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass
I started kickin and stompin my nigga's brains out
I heard a bitch yell 'freeze!' and runnin out the house
It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin at me
I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy
Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city
And now you're sayin i'm the nigga up to no good
If gives a fuck if you're bush, you get jacked up in my
neighborhood
In my neighborhood
(in my neighborhood)
In my
In my
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
2.187 Proof
Intro：
Coolin on the corner with the cellular phone you can tell that
the east
Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers, cuz he got a technine in
the
Bushes
Verse 1：
And that how the shit was handled, first name jack, last name
daniels
Had two boys named e and j, e had the nine and j the ak
Clocked on a street called hennessey, robs with a mother fucker
named
O.e.
E had a bitch and her name was gin, had a nigga named juice doin
time
In the pen
You couldn tell that gin was a bitch though, cuz she was fuckin
some
Nigga named cisco
E and j knew tonight they come with two fat niggas named bacardi
and
Rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary, the bitch was all
bloody
And her name was mary
Officer martini wiped up the body, and all fingers pointed at
rum and
Bacardi
E and j told jack the hotel, so jack tried to bail juice out of
the jail
But ol？e had the judge on the payroll clout, so jack shot the
judge up
And rolled juice out
Now everybody talking out gin and juice, juice shot gin cuz the
Bitch was loose
Now e is shook thinkin they ain gonna get me, i l round up the
posse
And call up mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls, had 99 niggas up against
the wall
E and j found out he made the call so e and j and jack and juice
nined
Them all
They were sent to the morgue and mickey paid the bill, got the
money
From the bitch (？reckless？) strawberry hill
Jack and juice said mickey wouldn survive, but mickey was slick
he
Had a colt 45
And now he wonderin how he got the word, it was the neighborhood
wino
Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice, it was a
hundred and
Eighty-seven proof , check it out
Verse 2：
Mickey sent st. ides after thunderbird, time for the hurricane
he said
Word
Thunderbird in an alley waitin, wearin a beanie, tryin to get a
sip
From the cop mr martini
St. ides screwed off thunderbird top, spilled his drank and gave
a
Swig to the cop
But it too late martini knows it all, mickey and his boy od were
Slangin 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill, so when he asked for
juice
He got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on bourbon blocks, the murderous cop killer
mr
Peppermint schnapps
Mickey had this thing about nosey cops and it made mr peppermint
lose
His top
Martini off duty waitin for the night train, didn know his wife
Champaign would never see him again
Peppermint schnapps creepin with the colt 45, gotta peel his cap
before
The train arrives
Gotta stay low in broward here comes the train all the boys said
the
Engineers bartles and jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast, martini
fell on
The ground there was a big splash
Mr schnapps got up because the cops chased him, st. ides and
mickey in
A ette ready in front of the station
But you know jack and juice was undercover, and jack was mad b
cuz
Mickey shot his lover
There was big shootout and mickey got juiced, he couldn hang
with the
1-8-7 proof
Juice was splattered and st. ides had took a fall, and then endo
smoked
m all
Check it out!
3.East Bay Gangster
Verse 1：
Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be
throwin
They rocks up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, i pullin my gat to
make
A mutha fucka fold up
In my jag on my phone talkin business, mac 10 to my dome yo what
is this
I tellin him drop it yo let box and we can go a round, he
dropped
His gat i picked it up and blew his ass down
I know it scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, i rather
hear
My uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
It for protection not to kill or break a nigga bones, back to
the
Story, here the story b the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall,
my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but i lookin at some high beams into the eyes
of
Some mutha fuckin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so i shot him blew his ass off , i shot my
uzi up
In the air and then i smashed off
I rollin thicker than a milkshake, i like to eat crab but i
prefer
Steak
I ain no joke mutha fucka so don play yourself, i flip you over
fry
Your ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me i a bank ya, so say what up to the
Mutha fuckin east bay gangsta
Meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the ak, the 187
posse
Robbed the bank in a way. legal or illegal it the way of the
bay. the
Government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. me shootin up me
Shootin up if he don give me my pay the niggas up on the block
send
For me every day. a thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away.
just
Call me east bay g-a-n-g-s-t-a
Verse 2：
Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows
up in
The benz 190
I ain no dummy knew right off he tryin to kill me, if i don
smash
Full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, i l
shoot
Him up bathed in his blood like mr bubble
187 did i do it with an ak, another day a nigga dead up in the
Alleyway
Why did i do it, it my pistol and i packed it, i think they need
to
Lock my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while i get into
your
Ass like charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me
i a
Blow your fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me i a bank ya, so say what up to the
mutha
Fuckin eastbay gangsta
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the
funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(？？？)
g-nut
Because he down with the fac, lynch mutha fuckas when we e
coolin
The block. the x the l the a the r-g-e, the murder fac 187
posse. the
E-a-ski is with 187, the cmt is with 187
Verse 3：
Now as i maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell, with nuthin but
dried
Up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that i ganked fools and why i coolin
in
These fucked up county blues
I e murder mutha fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the
morning
I l be getting the electric chair
But do i care, yo i could give a fuck less, the cia, fbi got it
in the
Chest
Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, i had the money
flowin
Smooth like niagara falls
The glory got so i considered a murderous criminal, because my
bullet
Ate his ass like a cannibal
Before i chopped him with ak i made him say his grace, and then
i
Emptied the clip off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for backup as i was breakin out, nigga
refused to
Die, that what i heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because i ain the one, to feel
the
Fuckin blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, i goin straight hell, that why i
kickin
You tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me i a bank ya, so say what up to the
mutha
Fuckin eastbay gangsta
Dja mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the
funky
Gangsta. the gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got e-a-ski in the house mon, me got me dj xtra
large
Mon, we got cmt in the mutha fuckin house, dja mon we got (？？？？)
check
It out!
Verse 4：
Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin
the funky
Reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that i be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then
shoot up
Your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank it s-p-i-c-e 1 me buckin
em
Down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the
187
Faculty bitch so fuck the
(？？？？？)
4.Money Gone
Cappin him in is b-brain with the n-nine
He never woulda th-thought, i'd be gettin mine
So now i'm on the r-run cause i took his cash
I had to b-bust a cap in his fuckin ass
Nigga a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang
It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang
19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-one
A lotta n-n-n-niggaz d-died young
The 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact
Its comin up, c-comin up b-b-back
The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk
Buckin with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk
I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go
And sell me a s-sell me another o, o, o, o
(chorus)
Money gone
Money gone
I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin on
I deal with m-m-money g-g-gone
The figgity f-f-five-o is on my nuts
Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cut
Where everytime i dr-drive around the bl-block
They see my goin b-bump and s-s-stop
And ask me k-k-question, wuh-whats my name
But he can get f-fucked in the g-game
Cause i ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen
I hadta d-d-do em, d-do em in
Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome
And now its m-m-money g-g-gone
(chorus)
My nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin dice
He said what they h-hittin for sp-spice
Livin up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats
Slangin dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fat
The nigga on the b-block with the biggest knot
Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar n-knot
Bought a s-six five st-st-stang
The ring on my m-m-mobile rang
I got it g-goin on in the m-mix
All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix
I wonder if they t-task is about to hit
But i don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-shit
Cause i'mma uga-o.g. in the z-zone
And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone
Yeah 187 in the motherfuckin house
Peace to my niggaz, black jack
Y'all in the motherfuckin house
Hookin me up with that dope shit
The last track on my motherfuckin album
We kickin it funky gangsta
Yeah, side ways to the next light
Peace motherfucker i'm outta here like last year
5.1-800-spice
( ＊burp＊ )
Aw shit
One of them fake-ass answer machines again
1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine
( ＊dial tone＊ )
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the faculty is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a
Geah man
Ha-ha
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right？
But i heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right？
You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up with that, nigga？
Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang
Shootin out da window of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest while ant banks hold di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and order your rock-a
Geah man
Ah yeah
This - ah
Liquor store willie - ah
I wanna -
I want some for 10 dollars
Can you do somethin for me for 10？
Mi nigga ant banks, come down with di funky breakdown
( ＊inhaling, coughing＊ )
Damn man
This ganja gets you fucked up, man
Geah
Mi need lick up another 20 sack
Geah man
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi nigga g-nut put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me some fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
Even though endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order your rock
Geah man
Uh yeah
Uh this - eh
Suck-your-dick sally from the liquor store down the block
Uh - i ain't got no money, but i'll suck your dick for a 10
piece
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the east bay gangsta
The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the game
The killin dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So ant banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed with jive, now mi jive-ass nigga
Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you pass mi the liquor
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order your rocks
Geah man
Ah no, spice
I don't want no rocks and shit, man
I'm callin cause i heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
Ain't never had a gun
Ain't never been to jail
Ain't never shot a muthafucka
And i'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over
this tape
I'm tired of it, man, i'm tired of it
I ain't buyin it
Fuck that shit
You fake, partner
Fuck that
Fuck that
I'm out, man
6.Peace To My Nine
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Mutha fuckas try ta play me yet they callin' me they nigga
Should i get the a.k. and jump like jack
Or should i just reanimate the mutha fuckin' fac
My name is spice 1, but i be comin' like i'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a mutha fuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop impala
The niggaz took cover and the bitches all holla
If you think it's sick then nigga just throw up
I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your fuckin' dome toe up
Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a mutha fuckin' zoo
Every nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do
The mutha fuckin' 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 niggas on the wall
The shit it never stop because the nigga killed a cop
And now the cops are killin' the niggas 24 around clock
Around the block around the road in every ghetto
Mutha fuckas wanna drop me, so i'm livin' like the devil
With the underground pound, muder facul-sound
So niggas that fuck around lay around
And before i end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin' nine
The nine milimeter, the nine milimeter
Shootin' dice with some niggas 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 bitch
I thought he knew i was the one to let the nine click
I played his ass 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 fucked up world 'g'
I think about the shit that i used to see
Niggas runnin' 'round with the street sweepers
Mutha fuckas layin' dead loose change, beepers
Bitches screamin' about the niggaz gettin' fucked up
Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up
187 mutha fuckas that my showcase
I'll load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin' race
I'm stressed out like a mutha fucka
Bitch got me for a 20, damn clucka
Yeah your right i'm livin' wrong 'g'
And i never gave a fuck about a dope fiend family
I seen a dope fiend killed last week
Left a bloody base pipe in the street
They burnt the bitch up in the trunk over 80 dollars
Started drivin' around the hood and i can hear her hollar
Smoke comin' from the trunk bitch 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 niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they tape the shit off, so yo suit 'em up
And before i end this rhyme
I'd like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin' 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 shit
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 niggas wanna spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleep
I'm gettin' c.b. banner on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while i'm suckin' on a endo stem
Mix hennesey with thunderbird, gin and juice
I'm high as fuck, fuckin' around with 187 proof
Hard as a nickel but i'm quick as fuck to drop a dime
Because my boys got a nigga back prime time
Rata-tata-tat-tat
Any bitch wanna squab it's like that
Cause i ain't goin' out like a fag
Got the nigga 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 fuck mickey d's
I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's
Cause that's what a real nigga 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 fuckin' nine
Yeah
I wanna say peace to my other mutha fuckin' nine
Yeah ant mutha fuckin' ba-ba-booga-booga mutha fuckin' banks
I wanna say what up to my nigga g mutha fuckin' mzz-nut, yeah
I wanna say what up to that girl shorty b in the mutha fuckin'
house
And my mutha fckin' d.j.
Xtra mutha fuckin' large go on with your big ass heh-heh
Yeah, my nigga m.c. mutha fuckin' ant
Kickin' the funky shit with spice mutha fuckin' 1
187 in the mutha fuckin' house, peace
7.Young Nigga
Y'all ready to do this shit？
Bust em
When i was young i had the lust to pull the trigger
And make change out a 5-dollar-ass nigga
And as time went on, i gained much love
But seein niggas' guts bust at a nightclub
Too young to get my ass in, but they didn't trip
Cause if i didn't get in, they knew i'd start shit
So i was treated like the muthafuckin pope
Security see me, so they scope
And follow me around like a flock of hoes
I had a squab with a bitch with a big-ass nose
I started to knock the bitch out, but before i could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he was slow, with the other hand slapped the hoe
Then security rushed us out the backdo'
So when i grabbed the nine, they thought i'd go nuts
I'd roll by and bust caps at the grown-up's
Young nigga got bold and off the liquor
As a young nigga
(he said, 'young-ass nigga!')
(you dumb nigga, you) --＞ ice cube
Well, what do you know, it's summer time
And every young nigga my age is on the grind
Workin for the city
A drugstore on evey goddamn corner, and niggas actin shitty
About who sell where and whose dope is it
So some niggas around the block, they paid us a visit
But we ain't comin off shit but a drive-by
I guess they wanna expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch or liar
And five-o is gettin kinda dense
Cause the wire was missin from a county jail fence
Breakin off boulders
And the niggas from around the block they said they told us
Not to short-stop, so my nigga got popped
I looked down, and i'm shocked
To see him layin dead by the bushes
As a young nigga
Shit is gettin hectic, my mission had to flow smooth
We hit the corner in a '65 old school
Bustin at niggas twice my age
Muthafuckas catchin heat from my guage
They tried to shoot back, but it ain't like that
Cause i'm the nigga with the biggest gat
Hoes get fucked and eat the bullet
Cause the trigger that got my nigga, one of them had to pull it
My nigga with the nine said, 'forget it'
But i seen a nigga point his finger and say, 'he did it'
I loaded up the clip and shot him in the dick
And kept on bustin till his leg kicked
Now we audi 5000, gee
The glasspacks on the '65 got noisy
We had to smash
Cause five-o was right behind our ass
We had to get away, we dumped the a.k.
And the guage in the bushes on the way
The cops kept bustin, niggas kept cussin
About which way to go fussin
We hit the corner, and they bust
At some niggas lookin just like us
We knew it was about that time
Hopped out my homeboy's shit, and into mine
We got away, because they couldn't figure
Which one of the boys was that young nigga
8.Welcome To The Ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
(verse 1)
Livin day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things：same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets of california
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been life this fo years
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears
She couldn'ta been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin each other's lives
And goin to rest in peace
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And i still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein dope fiends livin off can goods
15 niggaz on the corner
And niggaz die young in california
5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on 'america's most wanted'
But i don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family g
But you gotta do your best slangin d-o-p-e
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life) ？？
(chorus) 4x
Welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)
(verse 2)
From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the a href='news：a'＞news：a ／a＞ young black death
Was it drug related,take a guess
I flash when i look in the mirror black
Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter gat
I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody backstabbin
But i ain't the one to talk i'm into gafflin
Death gives a shit about your color
But yet i see mo dead young brothas
I'm goin crazy out here
Seein 24 brothas die by the end of the year
And i still gotta deal with the 5-0
And i stopped sellin dope in 9-0
But if i came to it
I probably still do it
Put a nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that i never see the day
That i get 20 years for a cake
B-k-a as a key
So open up the door for the mo money
But i ain't gotta do that g
Cause i'm down with the f-a to the c to the u to the l-t-y
G-nut x-tra large and s-p-i-c-e make niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)
(chorus) 4x
Welcome to the ghetto 7x
9.Fucked In The Game
Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas
Yeah, i'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
You want static with the fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthafuckin grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double m or a pistol grip
Robbin muthafuckas to stay alive
Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And o.g.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
A to the muthafuckin z
So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three
If my dome is tried to fuck
I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up
I ain't takin no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin family
Let spice hold the double m
I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn
So now i'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think i need to see the wiz cause i'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
Cap-cap-cap
Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like messy marvin, leave a mess
Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
Gettin paid off the muthafuckin ashpalt
So if you wanna step to a nigga though
I'm pluggin muthafuckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
I ain't the one
Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where i'm comin from
12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the fuck？
Livin like a muthafuckin sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
To the dome, to the muthafuckin dome
Duck quick as fuck when i reach for the chrome
I got the vest, i got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin muthafuckas up like doja
A nigga that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you fuck with it？
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthafuckin walk-by
Like bbd give me the gat and i'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a saturday night i'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the pussy waitin to get fucked by the fucker
Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game
Fucked in the game
Yeah
All y'all niggas out there in the muthafuckin spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
Niggas ain't bullshittin in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest
10.Money Or Murder
Rollin down the block smokin endo
I got the glock and i'm headed for the liquor sto'
Rollin up slowly, feelin on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, i might kill ya
I couldn't really tell who he was
But i ain't really trippin, cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I hop out of my shit and lock the car do'
As i step into the store i'm starin at some hard hoe
She said 'wassup', like a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should i get st. ides or olde e？
Looked up, some niggas runnin at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin up on spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a nigga ass with some st. ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin fo'？
Now if the bitch wasn't tough, i wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it's money or murder
Money or murder (2x)
I smashed out the parkin lot, hoes watched
As i shipped another bullet to this bitch's dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that's one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
So what's next in this episode？
Fo' niggas hop up in a cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the last time
And i'm gettin kinda short on my gas line
Doin 100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my window
Now they think they got me
So i slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
Pulled up on the side
Shootin at the nigga that i busted with the st. ides
And since i couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
And that's about the time that he's fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
Fucked
Now was it money or murder？
Money or murder (2x)
I'm in the cut, late night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the game
Some niggas don't know
He wanna pump my gas, but i think i seen a .44
I figured it's a jack, because instead
Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
So now i need a murder plan
Reach under the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin funny at a nigga
I'm sittin calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
Nigga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached i fucked him up with the car do'
I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
He said, 'please, spice 1, don't blast me'
Close your eyes and grip your dick
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
It ain't shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
When it's money or murder
Money or murder
11.City Streets
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin one
Coolin in cali
Kickin that gangsta shit
You get with it？
Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the hpd
That's when i knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, i mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, i had to think real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin
Got the 20th and nice as i kicked my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the
pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he already knew
He said, 'you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and your gun went bang
And all you could see was flames'
At that very moment coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each other's hands and said, 'it's all about
blastin'
In the city streets
City streets
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, i left a little joe
I'm kissin on the dice and i'm pimpin em like my hoe
So then i roll again, i'm fuckin with big ben
Now i ain't fade jack because i'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'？ whaddaya know, i hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank i'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
Fadin another 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the juice
My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin i'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get with me, i put em in his place
Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and i began to smirk
The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt
So i picked up my mail, and i'm about to go
Cause i'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
And said, 'this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back'
I act like i was scared, gave his money back fast
And when he tried to leave, i busted a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
The city streets
A few weeks back i robbed a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funny
By any means necessary i must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, i pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world of madness muthafuckas die
Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
So i choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies
And set like an example, a villain like john gotti
The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be？
Bitch, i said don't call me, i'm busy clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin jack
I knew i shoulda packed, i ain't goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack
Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
And when he tried to leave i busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, i'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city
streets
Aight, banks
Let's pack the shit up, mayn
12.1-900-spice
Urrghhhh urrghhh... aw shit what this new 900 number shit
Let me call that shit and see what the fuck this is all about
1-900-s-p-i-c-e
This better not be no bullshit either
What the fuck is this ？
Who the fuck is this ？
Hello you reached the motherfuckin s-p-i-c-e
Meet with this nigga from 187 faculty
I'm fuckin it up cause i a nigga from the old school
Straight out the roots like some motherfuckin soul food
Niggas and bitches hear my rhyme and they be gettin loose
Because 187 proof will get the hoes juiced
Excuse expression but i'm simply just a crazy nigga
Who can't help kickin the funky shit to make my pockets bigger
And try to school s-p-i-c-e get a late pass
Because the fac is pumpin your ass up like a gauge blast
A-n-t-b-a-n-k-s is kickin funky jams
Knockin your niggas out the box like a batterram
I got the faculty in back of me don mess with me
Cause murderism is my motherfuckin specialty
Comin with the gangsta shit i kick it all the time bitch
Talkin bout killin motherfuckers dumpin 'em in a ditch
Cause if its funky yo its funky nigga deal wit it
Punk ass niggas be comin fake i'm comin real wit it
I'm sick as fuck so don't step to me and play me close
I'll have you hung from a motherfuckin phone post
Spice 1 is kickin that funky gangsta shit thats hardly pure
I won be needin a doctor
187's the cure
Because i'm quick to pick the phone up and say ： fuck em all
This is an obscene phone call
13.Break Yourself
Aiyyo spice all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin these fake ass raps
You know what i'm sayin ？
Yeah , yeah
I hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit
You know what i'm sayin ？
Ay , man , you still got the ski mask and them gats
I'm ready to jack these motherfuckers
I'm ready to break this up
Yeah , fuck that
Lets handle that business
Huh , yeah
We gotta flow sumptin funky
Check it
Spice 1 is fuckin it up upon the flow
And if you got the static motherfucker we can go
My homie ant banks got the bass line thumpin
Stop a nigga heart cause my mouth is a guage pumpin
Spice is on the one and ant is on the two
But ya'll don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough
Comin hard as fuck i be like acin and i'm icin
Steppin into the ring fuckin 'em up like michael tyson
Gimme all your cash
Cause i'm about to blast
And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin ass
Niggas think i'm crazy cause i'm poppin off at the mouth
And plus i had the chopper pointed at your damned house
My name is spice 1 i be a vicious motherfucker
Get you for a key and leave you lyin in the gutter
And if you think its possible to harm 'em
So nigga brake yourself and buy the motherfuckin tape
The beat'll fuck your ears like a statuatory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So mc ant cover me while i reload the motherfuckin clip
And by the way if you want your life don't take yourself
Buy the dope ass record and brake yourself
Huh, yeah
You know what i'm sayin ？
Got mc ant in the motherfuckin house
He came to break these motherfuckers
Load the clip and handle your business partner
A-n-t is like a motherfuckin pro in it
Niggas didn't know that i kick it funky and flow wit it
Straight up out the o-k-l-a-n-d
Coolin all the bitches when i be on the late night tweak
Who's that on the corner be stoppin and starin to makin 'em
stutter
Was that mc ant the rip-a-rappin motherfucker
187 with the 211 and progress
So get out the shit break bitch because i'll just
Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape
I pop if you wanna brake and dump you off in the lake
Run if you dumb dick i'm quick to pop the clip
Slip if you wanna slip, i'm tough and won't even trip
Don't move and you won't get hurt
Take off your motherfuckin clothes and put your face in the dirt
This is a genuine gank move bitch
So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich
Another nigga might play it on a cool tip
But ant and spice won't be takin no bullshit
Everything nigga even your gold tooth
I knock the motherfucker lose if you want prove
Cause i'm down for the mail
And if it's worth the jail i'm out on bail
If it ain't given i'll straight up take your wealth
Tell a motherfucker straight up brake yourself
Yeah
And thats how we run that shit on this motherfuckin stage right
now
You know what i'm sayin ？
Ay, spice
I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time
With that gangsta shit
Check it
It's like a g-o , and i kick in a bankin a motherfucker
So stop at the red light and i just wanted a battle
Another rich ass nigga on a ego tip
And have ya both in the back of a black hearse
Bitch if you want your life give me your fuckin purse
This is a halloween trick or treat
But if you trick you get beat shut up left dead in the street
Cause 187 is runnin shit up in the house
Down to shoot you in your motherfuckin mouth
And mc ant of o-a-k-l-a-n-d
Is with the faculty and s-p-i-c-e
So put the goodies inside the bag
This ain't a lolly gag stick in my clip and raise him up out his
jag
I let the motherfuckin 9 click
Comin at our dome kickin funky gangsta shit
So nigga empty your pocket pull out your bank roll
Try to be a hero and let us nut up your ass hole
Cause arnold schwarzenegger just play parts
But i specialize in stoppin nigga's hearts
187 is sendin niggas to ghetto heaven
We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revin
So don't pound too hard and fuck up your health
And by the way drop the abraham lincolns and brake yourself
Yeah
Motherfucker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip
You wanna get the bomb baby
Yeah , nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit
Yeah , nigga , mc ant and spice in the house
With ant banks on the tracks
Yeah , ant banks in the motherfuckin house
187 motherfucker
Goin out to all you motherfuckers
We got the dope shit
Bustin caps in your motherfuckin eardrums
Straight jackin it , i'm out
14.187 Pure
I once knew a nigga named endo weed
Used to hang out with killers slang ice and speed
Speed had a little bitch named mary jane
Who had a brother named coke and he carried a cane
Coke and endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best frinds don't gank
You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' wit dank
Dank was real just a hardcore nigga
Shot his bitch up cause she drank all the liquor
Seen him at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a jeep
He shot up heroin and p.c.p.
Some niggas from a clique called l.s.d.
These niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name doobie
Two midget ass gangsters both strapped both nuttey
One had the nine and the other had the 4-5
When they did a ht it took 'em both to drive
Didn't use nuttin' fast like a vette or a jag
Did a drive-by in the mutha fuckin' drop top zig-zag
Coke and his sister mary jane
On marijuana block drinkin' 40's to the brain
And wadn't trippin' off the gunshots
Cause on marijuana block no one calls the cops
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got you keyed for sure
Cause it's 187 pure- check it out
(cut)
Endo smoked 'em all
Sessame street, where coke pimped ho's with a glass pipe
And got paid green at midnight
Wadn't no more hennessey
So the cops had ta roll up sess. for me
Officer taylor with the high beams
Talkin' that gang shit strapped wit a dope screen
Ran up on coke and jane
Fucked up coke and beat him down with his own cane
Said you better quite fuckin' with dank
Cause if you don't i'll turn your ass to crank
And smashed off on a speedball
Cause he just got the doobie brothers drive-by call
Dank hit the corner something caught his eye
That sexy ass black bitch chocolate tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no stunts
Told the bitch he was fuckin', the nigga was quite blunt
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got ya keyed for sure
Cause it was 187 pure- check it out
(cut)
This is your brain on - endo smoked 'em all
Sssss sss cof, god damn ssssss ssss this that real shit, damn
Cof, cof, cof, cof god damn boy
Where the fuck you get this from, 73rd, shit
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