Текст песни Spice 1 - Peace to My Nine, слова песни Spice 1

Текст песни Spice 1 - Peace to My Nine

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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

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