Текст песни Spice 1 - Let it Be Known
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Intro: Ant Banks"Ah yeah you know what I`m sayin`Ant Banks kickin` it wit the boy Spice 1Comin` at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"Verse 1: Spice 1Spice 1 with the 31 flavorsI be takin` my time so the suckers catch my vaporsOn the dope track, rollin` like a Mack 10I`m a fool when I`m fuckin` with a fifth a ginFly, into the ass of a beat like a buckshotSo damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spotThis is a section of my many stylesBut my direction is to take MC`s for many milesSo, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peterWell, I pack the mutha fuckin` milimeterWhere, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slamAnother brother like me sayin` god damnFact 1 I`m insane to the fuckin` brainOpen up my mind and blast like it`s a hurricaneYour in front of a firin` squadAnd my job, is just to let it be knownLet it be knownVerse 2: Spice 1Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta `88With 2a`s in my lap, and my aim is kind of straightLots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin` up to my nounGettin` dope like a kilo or an ounce or a poundBitin` up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew upNigga up in the rearview with his brains col` blew upI am not the one or the two or the three`aI be what is known as S-P-I-C-ELet it be known, yeahLet it be knownVerse 3: Spice 1Dope, how mutha fuckin` funky can a nigga getComin` wit the shit ya can`t fuck witAfter the murda I`m a step and then I couldn`t see yaLockin` him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria187 mutha fuckaKickin` that funky shit ya just can`t get enough ofSpice, the nigga that`s icy like a popsickleHard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickleBet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back sideSo I kick `em so the bullet take `em for a rideOn a long trip, get in your shit and dip187 up in the tape deck wit the muder shitTakin` a ship to the domeSpice 1 is up in the house muther fucker, so let it be knownYeah muther fucker, let it be knownVerse 4: Spice 14-1-5 was my hood that`s where I`m from bitchBlack steel is my brother, fuck wit me you`ll get dissedBoom boom to the head now your body numbI`ll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rumThere you are C.B.Bannern` all your casualtiesThat`s what you get you fuck the 1-8-7 FacultyI`m a fool to my bone that`s what`s goin` on My boy got static so I used this mobile telephoneIt was busy so I hng up and called twiceHe said who is it I said it`s M.C. mutha fuckin` SpiceHe told me someone sold my boy up like some col`d slawPack your nine I`ll pump the beat up in the JaguarI push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin` shitPicked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland bitchShot to the city like a nine to the boat yardWe chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcardThink I`m insane, no I`m just a little senileAnd plus I`m caught up in this muther fuckin` freestyleAnd all you suckers must`a had a fuckin` Pay DayNutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any dayI`m so insane that my mind is goneCheck it out muther fucker, let it be known