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Spice 1

Peace to My Nine

  gangsta rap  hip-hop  rap  west coast rap  bay area
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Текст песни Spice 1 - Peace to My Nine

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It`s like root beer one of a kindSpice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nineAnd the clip and the triggaMutha fuckas try ta play me yet they callin` me they niggaShould I get the A.K. and jump like JackOr should I just reanimate the mutha fuckin` FacMy name is Spice 1, but I be comin` like I`m 2Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a mutha fuckin` crewLate night see a drive-by drop ImpalaThe niggaz took cover and the bitches all hollaIf you think it`s sick then nigga just throw upI`m quick ta bust a cap and leave your fuckin` dome toe upCause livin` up in the bay is lke a mutha fuckin` zooEvery nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta doThe mutha fuckin` rhyme did the crime last centuryNow it`s on parole because my mouth`s in penitentiaryBut back to the ghetto you see just about it allRest in peace to dead niggas on the wallThe shit it never stop because the nigga killed a copAnd now the cops are killin` the niggas 24 around clockAround the block around the road in every ghetto Mutha fuckas wanna drop me, so I`m livin` like the DevilWith the underground pound, muder facul-soundSo niggas that fuck around lay aroundAnd before I end this rhyme I`d like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin` nineThe Nine Milimeter, The Nine MilimeterShootin` dice with some niggas that I didn`t knowHe pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floeI wonder why he`d wanna play me like a punk bitchI thought he knew I was the one to let the nine clickI played his ass like Jesse James and shot him in the throatI picked his tongue up out my mail, now I`m outty hoI`m stressin` it`s a fucked up world "G"I think about the shit that I used to seeNiggas runnin` `round with the street sweepersMutha fuckas layin` dead loose change, beepersBitches screamin` about the niggaz gettin` fucked upFuck his bitch too, she was stuck up187 mutha fuckas that my showcaseI`ll load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin` raceI`m stressed out like a mutha fuckaBitch got me for a 20, damn cluckaYeah your right I`m livin` wrong "G"And I never gave a fuck about a dope fiend familyI seen a dope fiend killed last weekLeft a bloody base pipe in the streetThey burnt the bitch up in the trunk over 80 dollarsStarted drivin` around the hood and I can hear her hollarSmoke comin` from the trunk bitch burnin` upCops turnin` down the streets they was turnin` upI`m hearin` shots ring out 12 o`clock at nightA car full of dead niggas in the midnightBecause it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot `em upBut now they tape the shit off, so yo suit `em upAnd before I end this rhymeI`d like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin` nineThe Nine Milimeter, The Nine MilimeterThe police was comin` I had ta dump the bodyBut like I said on the city streets I`m John GottiWhen it comes to the gangsta rap shitI do a drive-by murder your whole clickSee I`m a rebel without a pulseCause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk without a nine in your drawsIt`s like American ExpressBecause a lot of crazy niggas wanna spill your fleshBut some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleepI`m gettin` C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beepFill a, nigga to the rim like brimDo a drive-by while I`m suckin` on a Endo stemMix hennesey with thunderbird, Gin and juiceI`m high as fuck, fuckin` around with 187 proofHard as a nickel but I`m quick as fuck to drop a dime Because my boys got a nigga back prime timeRata-tata-tat-tatAny bitch wanna squab it`s like thatCause I ain`t goin` out like a fagGot the nigga for a ounce and a JagStraight trip and pop the clipNow I`m gettin` rich off his sipPick up my boys on the block and it`s onSlangin` dope by the drug-free zoneStraight gangsta mackKeyes over keyes over g`s I stackSo when you step, step with cautionCause a nine to your throat `ll have ya caughin`The S-P-I-C-EIn a rage with a gauge gettin` P-A-I-DI ain`t goin` out fuck Mickey D`sI`d rather pimp hoes and clock g`sCause 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` NineYeahI wanna say peace to my other mutha fuckin` nineYeah Ant mutha fuckin` ba-ba-booga-booga mutha fuckin` BanksI wanna say what up to my nigga G mutha fuckin` mzz-Nut, yeahI wanna say what up to that girl Shorty B in the mutha fuckin` houseAnd my mutha fckin` D.J. Xtra mutha fuckin` Large go on with your big ass heh-hehYeah, my nigga M.C. mutha fuckin` AntKickin` the funky shit with Spice mutha fuckin` 1187 in the mutha fuckin` house, Peace

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