Peace To My Nine Lyrics - Spice 1

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