Peace to My Nine

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 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 I'm 2 Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a mutha fuckin' crew Late night see a drive-by drop Impala The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla If you think it's sick then nigga just throw up I'm 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 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 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 I'm livin' like the Devil With the underground pound, muder facul-sound So niggas that fuck around lay around And before I end this rhyme I'd like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin' nine The Nine Milimeter, The Nine Milimeter 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 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 I'm outty ho I'm stressin' it's 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 niggas gettin' fucked up Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up 187 mutha fuckas that my showcase I'll load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin' race I'm stressed out like a mutha fucka Bitch got me for a 20, damn clucka Yeah your right I'm 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 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 shit off, so yo suit 'em up And before I end this rhyme I'd 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 I'm John Gotti When it comes to the gangsta rap shit 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 wanna spill your flesh But some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleep I'm gettin' C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep Fill a, nigga 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 fuck, fuckin' around with 187 proof Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as fuck to drop a dime Because my boys got a nigga back prime time Rata-tata-tat-tat Any bitch wanna squab it's like that Cause I ain't goin' out like a fag Got the nigga 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 caughin' The S-P-I-C-E In a rage with a gauge gettin' P-A-I-D I ain't goin' out fuck Mickey D's I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's Cause 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' 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