Peace To My Nine Lyrics by Spice 1

Peace To My Nine Lyrics

    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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

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