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It' s like root beer one of a kind |
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Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine |
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And the clip and the trigga |
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Mutha fuckas try ta play me yet they callin' me they nigga |
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Should I get the |
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A. K. and jump like |
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Jack Or should |
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I just reanimate the mutha fuckin' |
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Fac My name is |
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Spice 1, but |
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I be comin' like |
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I' m 2 Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a mutha fuckin' crew |
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Late night see a drive-by drop |
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Impala The niggaz took cover and the bitches all holla |
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If you think it' s sick then nigga just throw up |
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I' m quick ta bust a cap and leave your fuckin' dome toe up |
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Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a mutha fuckin' zoo |
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Every nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do |
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The mutha fuckin' rhyme did the crime last century |
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Now it' s on parole because my mouth' s in penitentiary |
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But back to the ghetto you see just about it all |
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Rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
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The shit it never stop because the nigga killed a cop |
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And now the cops are killin' the niggas 24 around clock |
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Around the block around the road in every ghetto |
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Mutha fuckas wanna drop me, so |
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I' m livin' like the |
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Devil With the underground pound, muder facul-sound |
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So niggas that fuck around lay around |
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And before |
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I end this rhyme |
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I' d like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin' nine |
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The Nine Milimeter, |
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The Nine Milimeter |
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Shootin' dice with some niggas that |
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I didn' t know |
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He pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floe |
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I wonder why he' d wanna play me like a punk bitch |
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I thought he knew |
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I was the one to let the nine click |
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I played his ass like |
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Jesse James and shot him in the throat |
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I picked his tongue up out my mail, now |
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I' m outty ho |
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I' m stressin' it' s a fucked up world " G" |
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I think about the shit that |
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I used to see |
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Niggas runnin' ' round with the street sweepers |
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Mutha fuckas layin' dead loose change, beepers |
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Bitches screamin' about the niggaz gettin' fucked up |
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Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up 187 mutha fuckas that my showcase |
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I' ll load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin' race |
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I' m stressed out like a mutha fucka |
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Bitch got me for a 20, damn clucka |
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Yeah your right |
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I' m livin' wrong " G" |
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And I never gave a fuck about a dope fiend family |
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I seen a dope fiend killed last week |
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Left a bloody base pipe in the street |
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They burnt the bitch up in the trunk over 80 dollars |
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Started drivin' around the hood and |
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I can hear her hollar |
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Smoke comin' from the trunk bitch burnin' up |
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Cops turnin' down the streets they was turnin' up |
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I' m hearin' shots ring out 12 o' clock at night |
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A car full of dead niggas in the midnight |
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Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot ' em up |
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But now they tape the shit off, so yo suit ' em up |
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And before |
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I end this rhyme |
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I' d like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin' nine |
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The Nine Milimeter, |
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The Nine Milimeter |
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The police was comin' |
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I had ta dump the body |
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But like I said on the city streets |
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I' m John Gotti |
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When it comes to the gangsta rap shit |
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I do a drive-by murder your whole click |
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See I' m a rebel without a pulse |
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Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk without a nine in your draws |
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It' s like |
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American Express |
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Because a lot of crazy niggas wanna spill your flesh |
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But some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleep |
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I' m gettin' |
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C. B. banner on the beep, beep, beep |
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Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim |
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Do a drive-by while |
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I' m suckin' on a |
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Endo stem |
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Mix hennesey with thunderbird, |
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Gin and juice |
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I' m high as fuck, fuckin' around with 187 proof |
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Hard as a nickel but |
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I' m quick as fuck to drop a dime |
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Because my boys got a nigga back prime time |
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Rata-tata-tat-tat |
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Any bitch wanna squab it' s like that |
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Cause I ain' t goin' out like a fag |
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Got the nigga for a ounce and a |
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Jag Straight trip and pop the clip |
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Now I' m gettin' rich off his sip |
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Pick up my boys on the block and it' s on |
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Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone |
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Straight gangsta mack |
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Keyes over keyes over g' s |
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I stack So when you step, step with caution |
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Cause a nine to your throat ' ll have ya caughin' |
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The S-P-I- |
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C-E In a rage with a gauge gettin' |
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P-A-I-D I ain' t goin' out fuck |
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Mickey D' s |
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I' d rather pimp hoes and clock g' s |
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Cause that' s what a real nigga do to make a livin' |
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The talent of pimp was naturaly given' |
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So before |
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I end this rhyme |
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I' d like to say, |
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Peace to my |
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Mutha Fuckin' |
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Nine Yeah |
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I wanna say peace to my other mutha fuckin' nine |
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Yeah Ant mutha fuckin' ba-ba-booga-booga mutha fuckin' |
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Banks I wanna say what up to my nigga |
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G mutha fuckin' mzz- |
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Nut, yeah |
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I wanna say what up to that girl |
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Shorty B in the mutha fuckin' house |
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And my mutha fckin' |
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D. J. Xtra mutha fuckin' |
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Large go on with your big ass heh-heh |
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Yeah, my nigga |
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M. C. mutha fuckin' |
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Ant Kickin' the funky shit with |
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Spice mutha fuckin' 1 187 in the mutha fuckin' house, |
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Peace |