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spice 1 - let it be known lyrics

[intro: ant banks]

“ah yeah you know what i’m sayin’
ant banks kickin’ it wit the boy spice 1
comin’ at your dome, hey spice let it be known”

[verse 1: spice 1]

spice 1 with the 31 flavors
i be takin’ my time so the suckers catch my vapors
on the dope track, rollin’ like a mack 10
i’m a fool when i’m f-ckin’ with a fifth a gin
fly, into the -ss of a beat like a buckshot
so d-mn dope i could be sold up on a drug spot
this is a section of my many styles
but my direction is to take mc’s for many miles
so, peter piper packed a perfect pickle peter
well, i pack the m-th- f-ckin’ milimeter
where, in my trunk with the b-mp and the funk slam
another brother like me sayin’ god d-mn
fact 1 i’m insane to the f-ckin’ brain
open up my mind and blast like it’s a hurricane
your in front of a firin’ squad
and my job, is just to let it be known
let it be known

[verse 2: spice 1]

rolling up past a junkie in my delta ’88
with 2a’s in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight
lots of static up in my rhyme, b-tches clingin’ up to my noun
gettin’ dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
bitin’ up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up
n-gg- up in the rearview with his brains col’ blew up
i am not the one or the two or the three’a
i be what is known as s-p-i-c-e
let it be known, yeah
let it be known

[verse 3: spice 1]

dope, how m-th- f-ckin’ funky can a n-gg- get
comin’ wit the sh-t ya can’t f-ck wit
after the murda i’m a step and then i couldn’t see ya
lockin’ him up inside my mind, like in santa ria
187 m-th- f-cka
kickin’ that funky sh-t ya just can’t get enough of
spice, the n-gg- that’s icy like a popsickle
hard as a nickel m-th- f-ckas act fickle
bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
so i kick ’em so the bullet take ’em for a ride
on a long trip, get in your sh-t and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder sh-t
takin’ a ship to the dome
spice 1 is up in the house m-th-r f-cker, so let it be known
yeah m-th-r f-cker, let it be known

[verse 4: spice 1]

4-1-5 was my hood that’s where i’m from b-tch
black steel is my brother, f-ck wit me you’ll get dissed
boom boom to the head now your body numb
i’ll punk you out and slap your b-tch and get a fifth a rum
there you are c.b.bannern’ all your casualties
that’s what you get you f-ck the 1-8-7 faculty
i’m a fool to my bone that’s what’s goin’ on
my boy got static so i used this mobile telephone
it was busy so i hng up and called twice
he said who is it i said it’s m.c. m-th- f-ckin’ spice
he told me someone sold my boy up like some col’d slaw
pack your nine i’ll pump the beat up in the jaguar
i push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin’ sh-t
picked up my phone and called my posse from the okland b-tch
shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
we chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard
think i’m insane, no i’m just a little senile
and plus i’m caught up in this m-th-r f-ckin’ freestyle
and all you suckers must’a had a f-ckin’ pay day
nutty to f-ck with s-p-i-c-e on any day
i’m so insane that my mind is gone
check it out m-th-r f-cker, let it be know

- spice 1 lyrics

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