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Intro: Ant Banks, Shorty-B |
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Hey, we tapin', all right let's do this shit |
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Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice |
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Man, the boy ain't nuttin nice, you know what I'm sayin' |
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That's the idea man, it's done |
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Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this shit Shorty-B |
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I want you to get on the god damn guitar, |
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fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat |
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And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I'm sayin' |
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That's all it take ya know, |
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so we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka |
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Spice kick it |
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Verse 1: Spice 1 |
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187 is fuckin' it up cause we be blowsin' |
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Takin' out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion |
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I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up |
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Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up |
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I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all |
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Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all |
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The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda |
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I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a |
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Siren, A-K shots firin' |
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It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an' |
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Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open |
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So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin' gotta be jokin' |
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Fuck all the bullshit, I'm poppin' two in the brain |
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Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang |
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Chorus: Ant Banks |
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Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) |
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"Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin' |
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Hey Spice do that shit nigga" |
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Verse 2: Spice 1 |
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A be for acres and J be likely ta jack |
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By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it's the Fac |
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Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin' brains |
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I can't be tamed I'm insane to the membrane |
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Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys |
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Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise |
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Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that |
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You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat |
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Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly |
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When your sayin' die mother fucker die |
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S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty |
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A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me |
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Boy, you must'a had an almond joy |
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Huh, this ain't no child's play I'm worse than Chuckie he' a toy |
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Chorus: Ant Banks |
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Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) |
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"Shorty-B break it down homie |
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Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it ain't nuttin' but a" |
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Ghetto thang, ghetto thang |
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"Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice |
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Bring the dope shit right about now" |
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Verse 3: Spice 1 |
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Well it's the mutha fuckin' S the P the I the C-E |
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Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be |
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Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this |
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Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless |
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Can't stop the jack of the fuckin' Fac |
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The bum rush'll crush a mutha fuckas back |
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Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz |
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Wit a posse that'll probably fuck up the task |
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A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism |
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But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis'm |
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The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact |
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You got a static you phoned, you better call me back |
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Cause I don't sucker round, nor do I fuck around |
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And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around |
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Chorus: |
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Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4) |
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"This shit is on in the '91 |
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Out this muther fucker |
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Do that shit homie |
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Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin' house |
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Spice 1 is takin' over shit in the '91 boy |
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Triad records is in the house |
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Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin' house |
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And we out the mutha fuckin' house |
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for all those muther fuckers who didn't know" |
