Peace to My Nine (Explicit)-Spice 1

Peace To My Nine - Spice 1 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 Muthaf**kas try ta play me yet they callin' me they ni**a Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack Or should I just reanimate the mothaf**kin' Fac My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm 2 Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthaf**kin' crew Late night see a drive-by drop Impala The niggas took cover and the b**ches all holla If you think it's sick then ni**a just throw up I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your f**kin' dome toe up Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a muthaf**kin' zoo Every ni**a do whatever the f**k he gotta do The mothaf**kin' 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 sh*t it never stop because the ni**a killed a cop And now the cops are killin' the niggas twenty four around clock Around the block around the road in every ghetto Muthaf**kas want to drop me, so I'm livin' like the Devil With the underground pound, murder facul-sound So niggas that f**k around lay around And before I end this rhyme I'd like ta say peace to my mothaf**kin' nine The nine millimeter, the nine millimeter 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 want to play me like a punk b**ch I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click I played his a** 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 f**ked up world "G" I think about the sh*t that I used to see Niggas runnin' 'round with the street sweepers Muthaf**kas layin' dead loose change, beepers B**ches screamin' about the niggas gettin' f**ked up F**k his b**ch too, she was stuck up 187 muthaf**kas that my showcase I'll load the clip and kill a whole muthaf**kin' race I'm stressed out like a muthaf**ka B**ch got me for a twenty, damn clucka Yeah your right I'm livin' wrong "G" And I never gave a f**k about a d**e fiend family I seen a d**e fiend killed last week Left a bloody base pipe in the street They burnt the b**ch up in the trunk over 80 dollars Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her hollar Smoke comin' from the trunk b**ch 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 sh*t off, so yo suit 'em up And before I end this rhyme I'd like ta say peace to my muthaf**kin' nine The nine millimeter, The nine millimeter 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 sh*t 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 want to spill your flesh But some crazy jealous muthaf**kas never sleep I'm gettin' C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep Fill a, ni**a 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 f**k, f**kin' around with 187 proof Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as f**k to drop a dime Because my boys got a ni**a back prime time Rata-tata-tat-tat Any b**ch want to squab it's like that Cause I ain't goin' out like a fag Got the ni**a 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' d**e 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-see-E In a rage with a gauge gettin' P-A-I-D I ain't goin' out f**k Mickey D's I'd rather pimp hoes and clock G's Cause that's what a real ni**a do to make a livin' The talent of pimp was naturally given' So before I end this rhyme I'd like to say, Peace to my mothaf**kin' Nine Yeah I want to say peace to my other muthaf**kin' nine Yeah Ant muthaf**kin' ba-ba-booga-booga muthaf**kin' Banks I want to say what up to my ni**a G muthaf**kin' mzz-Nut, yeah I want to say what up to that girl Shorty B in the muthaf**kin' house And my mutha fckin' D.J. Xtra muthaf**kin' Large go on with your big a** heh-heh Yeah, my ni**a M.C. muthaf**kin' Ant Kickin' the funky sh*t with Spice muthaf**kin' 1 187 in the muthaf**kin' house, Peace