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

Muthafuckas 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 mothafuckin' Fac

My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm 2

Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' zoo

Every nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do

The mothafuckin' 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 twenty four around clock

Around the block around the road in every ghetto

Muthafuckas want to drop me, so I'm livin' like the Devil

With the underground pound, murder facul-sound

So niggas that fuck around lay around

And before I end this rhyme

I'd like ta say peace to my mothafuckin' 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 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

Muthafuckas layin' dead loose change, beepers

Bitches screamin' about the niggas gettin' fucked up

Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up

187 muthafuckas that my showcase

I'll load the clip and kill a whole muthafuckin' race

I'm stressed out like a muthafucka

Bitch got me for a twenty, 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 muthafuckin' 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 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 want to spill your flesh

But some crazy jealous muthafuckas 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 want to 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-see-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 naturally given'

So before I end this rhyme

I'd like to say, Peace to my mothafuckin' Nine

Yeah

I want to say peace to my other muthafuckin' nine

Yeah Ant muthafuckin' ba-ba-booga-booga muthafuckin' Banks

I want to say what up to my nigga G muthafuckin' mzz-Nut, yeah

I want to say what up to that girl Shorty B in the muthafuckin' house

And my mutha fckin' D.J.

Xtra muthafuckin' Large go on with your big ass heh-heh

Yeah, my nigga M.C. muthafuckin' Ant

Kickin' the funky shit with Spice muthafuckin' 1

187 in the muthafuckin' house, Peace