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spice 1 – peace to my nine lyrics

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it’s like root beer one of a kind
spice 1 is up in the house with the n-gg-ta n-gg-ta nine
and the clip and the trigga
m-th-f-ckas try ta play me yet they callin’ me they n-gg-

should i get the ak and jump like jack
or should i just reanimate the m-th-f-ckin’ fac?
my name is spice 1, but i be comin’ like i’m two
or maybe three or four or just a m-th-f-ckin’ crew

late night see a drive by drop impala
the n-gg-z took cover and the b-tches all holla
if you think it’s sick then n-gg- just throw up
i’m quick ta bust a cap and leave your f-ckin’ dome toe up

’cause livin’ up in the bay is like a m-th-f-ckin’ zoo
every n-gg- do whatever the f-ck he gotta do
the m-th-f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-s on the wall
the sh-t it never stop because the n-gg- killed a cop
and now the cops are killin’ the n-gg-s twenty four around the clock
around the block around the road in every ghetto
m-th-f-ckas wanna drop

so i’m livin’ like the devil
with the underground pound, muder facul sound
so n-gg-s that f-ck around lay around
and before i end this rhyme i’d like to say
peace to my m-th-f-ckin’ nine

the nine, the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter

shootin’ dice with some n-gg-s that i didn’t know
he pulled a nine when the double four hit the floe
i wonder why he’d wanna play me like a punk b-tch
i thought he knew i was the one to let the nine click

i played his -ss 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-cked up world g
i think about the sh-t that i used to see

n-gg-s runnin’ ’round with the street sweepers
m-th-f-ckas layin’ dead loose change, beepers
b-tches screamin’ about the n-gg-z gettin’ f-cked up
f-ck his b-tch too, she was stuck up

one eight seven m-th-f-cka that’s my showcase
i’ll load the clip and kill a whole m-th-f-ckin’ race
i’m stressed out like a m-th-f-cka
b-tch got me for a twenty, d-mn clucka

yeah, your right i’m livin’ wrong g
and i never gave a f-ck about a dope fiend family
i seen a dope fiend killed last week
left a bl–dy base pipe in the street

they burnt the b-tch up in the trunk over eighty dollars
started drivin’ around the hood and i can hear her holla
smoke comin’ from the trunk b-tch burnin’ up
cops turnin’ down the streets they was turnin’ up

i’m hearin’ shots ring out twelve o’clock at night
a car full of dead n-gg-s in the midnight
because it gave the cops a reason just toshoot ’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 m-th-f-ckin’ nine

the nine, the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter
the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter

the police was comin’ i had to dump the body
’cause 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 n-gg-s wanna spill your flesh

but some crazy jealous m-th-f-ckas never sleep
i’m gettin’ c b banner on the beep, beep, beep
fill a, n-gg- to the rim like brim
do a drive-by while i’m suckin’ on a endo stem

mix hennessey with thunderbird, gin and juice
i’m high as f-ck, f-ckin’ around with one eight seven proof
hard as a nickel but i’m quick as f-ck to drop a dime
because my boys got a n-gg- back prime time

rata tata tat tat
any b-tch wanna squab it’s like that
’cause i ain’t goin’ out like a f-g
got the n-gg- 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 coughin’
the s p i c e, in a rage with a gauge gettin’ p a i d

i ain’t goin’ out, f-ck mickey d’s
i’d rather pimp hoes and clock g’s
’cause that’s what a real n-gg- do to make a livin’
the talent of pimp was naturally given’
and before i end this rhyme i’d like to say
peace to my m-th-f-ckin’ nine

yeah
i wanna say peace to my other m-th-f-ckin’ nine
yeah, ant m-th- f-ckin’ ba ba booga booga m-th-f-ckin’ banks
i wanna say what up to my n-gg- g m-th-f-ckin’ mzz nut, yeah
i wanna say what up to that girl shorty m-th-f-ckin’ b
in the m-th-f-ckin’ house, and my m-th-f-ckin’ dj

xtra m-th- f-ckin’ large go on with your big -ss, heh heh
yeah, my n-gg-, mc m-th-f-ckin’ ant
kickin’ the funky sh-t with spice m-th-f-ckin’ 1
one eight seven in the m-th-f-ckin’ house, peace

- spice 1 lyrics

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