Letra Peace to my nine Spice 1

Peace to my nine

Its 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 Im 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 its sick then nigga just throw up
Im 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 its on parole because my mouths 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 Im livin like the devil
With the underground pound, muder facul-sound
So niggas that fuck around lay around
And before I end this rhyme
Id like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin nine

The nine milimeter, the nine milimeter

Shootin dice with some niggas that I didnt know
He pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floe
I wonder why hed 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 Im outty ho
Im stressin its 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
Ill load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin race
Im stressed out like a mutha fucka
Bitch got me for a 20, damn clucka
Yeah your right Im 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
Im hearin shots ring out 12 oclock 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
Id 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 Im john gotti
When it comes to the gangsta rap shit
I do a drive-by murder your whole click
See Im a rebel without a pulse
Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
Without a nine in your draws
Its like american express
Because a lot of crazy niggas wanna spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleep
Im gettin c.b. banner on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while Im suckin on a endo stem
Mix hennesey with thunderbird, gin and juice
Im high as fuck, fuckin around with 187 proof
Hard as a nickel but Im quick as fuck to drop a dime
Because my boys got a nigga back prime time
Rata-tata-tat-tat
Any bitch wanna squab its like that
Cause I aint goin out like a fag
Got the nigga for a ounce and a jag
Straight trip and pop the clip
Now Im gettin rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and its on
Slangin dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes over gs 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 aint goin out fuck mickey ds
Id rather pimp hoes and clock gs
Cause thats what a real nigga do to make a livin
The talent of pimp was naturaly given
So before I end this rhyme
Id 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