Spice 1

I once knew a nigga named endo weed
Used to hang out with killers slang ice and speed
Speed had a little bitch named mary jane
Who had a brother named coke and he carried a cane
Coke and endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best frinds don't gank
You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' wit dank
Dank was real just a hardcore nigga
Shot his bitch up cause she drank all the liquor
Seen him at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a jeep
He shot up heroin and p.c.p.
Some niggas from a clique called l.s.d.
These niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name doobie
Two midget ass gangsters both strapped both nuttey
One had the nine and the other had the 4-5
When they did a ht it took 'em both to drive
Didn't use nuttin' fast like a vette or a jag
Did a drive-by in the mutha fuckin' drop top zig-zag
Coke and his sister mary jane
On marijuana block drinkin' 40's to the brain
And wadn't trippin' off the gunshots
Cause on marijuana block no one calls the cops
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got you keyed for sure
Cause it's 187 pure- check it out

(cut)
Endo smoked 'em all

Sessame street, where coke pimped ho's with a glass pipe
And got paid green at midnight
Wadn't no more hennessey
So the cops had ta roll up sess. for me
Officer taylor with the high beams
Talkin' that gang shit strapped wit a dope screen
Ran up on coke and jane
Fucked up coke and beat him down with his own cane
Said you better quite fuckin' with dank
Cause if you don't i'll turn your ass to crank
And smashed off on a speedball
Cause he just got the doobie brothers drive-by call
Dank hit the corner something caught his eye
That sexy ass black bitch chocolate tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no stunts
Told the bitch he was fuckin', the nigga was quite blunt
The mutha fuckin' murder rap got ya keyed for sure
Cause it was 187 pure- check it out

(cut)
This is your brain on - endo smoked 'em all

Sssss sss cof, god damn ssssss ssss this that real shit, damn
Cof, cof, cof, cof god damn boy
Where the fuck you get this from, 73rd, shit

[ ant banks ]
Urrghhhh urrghhh... aw shit what

Verse 1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be throwin
They rocks up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, i

[ mc ant ]
Aiyyo spice all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin these fake ass raps
You know what i'm sayin ?

[ spice 1 ]
Yeah , yeah
I hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit
You know what i'm sayin ?

[ mc ant ]
Ay , man , you still got the ski mask and them gats
I'm ready to jack these motherfuckers
I'm ready to break this up

[ spice 1 ]
Yeah , fuck that
Lets handle that business
Huh , yeah

[ mc ant ]
We gotta flow sumptin funky

[ spice 1 ]
Check it
Spice 1 is fuckin it up upon the flow
And if you got the static motherfucker we can go
My homie ant banks got the bass line thumpin
Stop a nigga heart cause my mouth is a guage pumpin
Spice is on the one and ant is on the two
But ya'll don't kick it yet because a nigga just ain't trough
Comin hard as fuck i be like acin and i'm icin
Steppin into the ring fuckin 'em up like michael tyson
Gimme all your cash
Cause i'm about to blast
And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin ass
Niggas think i'm crazy cause i'm poppin off at the mouth
And plus i had the chopper pointed at your damned house
My name is spice 1 i be a vicious motherfucker
Get you for a key and leave you lyin in the gutter
And if you think its possible to harm 'em
I be stickin my foot up in your ass like it was [ ? ]
So nigga brake yourself and buy the motherfuckin tape
The beat'll fuck your ears like a statuatory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So mc ant cover me while i reload the motherfuckin clip
And by the way if you want your life don't take yourself
Buy the dope ass record and brake yourself
Huh, yeah
You know what i'm sayin ?
Got mc ant in the motherfuckin house
He came to break these motherfuckers
Load the clip and handle your business partner

[ mc ant ]
A-n-t is like a motherfuckin pro in it
Niggas didn't know that i kick it funky and flow wit it
Straight up out the o-k-l-a-n-d
Coolin all the bitches when i be on the late night tweak
Who's that on the corner be stoppin and starin to makin 'em stutter
Was that mc ant the rip-a-rappin motherfucker
187 with the 211 and progress
So get out the shit break bitch because i'll just
Pistol whip your ass and slam the tape
I pop if you wanna brake and dump you off in the lake
Run if you dumb dick i'm quick to pop the clip
Slip if you wanna slip, i'm tough and won't even trip
Don't move and you won't get hurt
Take off your motherfuckin clothes and put your face in the dirt
This is a genuine gank move bitch
So give me your money and your jewels and make me rich
Another nigga might play it on a cool tip
But ant and spice won't be takin no bullshit
Everything nigga even your gold tooth
I knock the motherfucker lose if you want prove
Cause i'm down for the mail
And if it's worth the jail i'm out on bail
If it ain't given i'll straight up take your wealth
Tell a motherfucker straight up brake yourself
Yeah
And thats how we run that shit on this motherfuckin stage right now
You know what i'm sayin ?
Ay, spice
I want you to step to 'em and kick it one more time
With that gangsta shit

[ spice 1 ]
Check it
It's like a g-o , and i kick in a bankin a motherfucker
So stop at the red light and i just wanted a battle
Another rich ass nigga on a ego tip
Give up the rolex watch [???] bitch
And have ya both in the back of a black hearse
Bitch if you want your life give me your fuckin purse
This is a halloween trick or treat
But if you trick you get beat shut up left dead in the street
Cause 187 is runnin shit up in the house
Down to shoot you in your motherfuckin mouth
And mc ant of o-a-k-l-a-n-d
Is with the faculty and s-p-i-c-e
So put the goodies inside the bag
This ain't a lolly gag stick in my clip and raise him up out his jag
I let the motherfuckin 9 click
Comin at our dome kickin funky gangsta shit
So nigga empty your pocket pull out your bank roll
Try to be a hero and let us nut up your ass hole
Cause arnold schwarzenegger just play parts
But i specialize in stoppin nigga's hearts
187 is sendin niggas to ghetto heaven
We beat the funk out your eardrums and keep it revin
So don't pound too hard and fuck up your health
And by the way drop the abraham lincolns and brake yourself

[ mc ant ]
Yeah
Motherfucker you wanna spent that money on that bass hip
You wanna get the bomb baby

[ spice 1 & mc ant ]
Yeah , nigga brake yourself and get with the real shit
Yeah , nigga , mc ant and spice in the house
With ant banks on the tracks
Yeah , ant banks in the motherfuckin house
187 motherfucker
Goin out to all you motherfuckers
We got the dope shit
Bustin caps in your motherfuckin eardrums
Straight jackin it , i'm out

[ verse 1 ]
Rollin down the block smokin endo
I got the glock and i'm headed for the liquor sto'
Rollin up slowly, feelin on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigga, don't step too close, i might kill ya
I couldn't really tell who he was
But i ain't really trippin, cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I hop out of my shit and lock the car do'
As i step into the store i'm starin at some hard hoe
She said 'wassup', like a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should i get st. ides or olde e?
Looked up, some niggas runnin at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin up on spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a nigga ass with some st. ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin fo'?
Now if the bitch wasn't tough, i wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it's money or murder

Money or murder (2x)

[ verse 2 ]
I smashed out the parkin lot, hoes watched
As i shipped another bullet to this bitch's dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that's one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
So what's next in this episode?
Fo' niggas hop up in a cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the last time
And i'm gettin kinda short on my gas line
Doin 100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my window
Now they think they got me
So i slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
Pulled up on the side
Shootin at the nigga that i busted with the st. ides
And since i couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
And that's about the time that he's fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
Fucked

Now was it money or murder?

Money or murder (2x)

[ verse 3 ]
I'm in the cut, late night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the game
Some niggas don't know
He wanna pump my gas, but i think i seen a .44
I figured it's a jack, because instead
Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
So now i need a murder plan
Reach under the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin funny at a nigga
I'm sittin calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
Nigga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached i fucked him up with the car do'
I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
He said, "please, spice 1, don't blast me"
Close your eyes and grip your dick
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
It ain't shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
When it's money or murder

Money or murder

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

[ verse 1 ]
Murder, murder, murder muthafuckas
Yeah, i'm short, but my boys cause ruckus
It's the nigga that's icey like a popsicle
It's like the jail when it comes to clockin every nickel
You want static with the fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthafuckin grind
Find a spot in the bushes for my nine
Cause niggas don't sleep on the spot
And if you do, you be the first to get got
So don't get caught on the slip
Pack a double m or a pistol grip
Robbin muthafuckas to stay alive
Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive
And o.g.'s, they can tell when the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get a thrill for a kill, a trigger to a nigga
The feel of the black steel make him quiver
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

Fucked in the game

[ verse 2 ]
A to the muthafuckin z
So close your eyes, grip your dick and count to three
If my dome is tried to fuck
I drag your ass through a alley and chop you up
I ain't takin no shorts, gee
I kill your dog and your baby and your muthafuckin family
Let spice hold the double m
I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him up, mayn
So now i'm watchin every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think i need to see the wiz cause i'm heartless
Leave a lotta muthafuckas headless
Cap-cap-cap
Leave a nigga brains pulsatin in his lap
You get a hole in your chest without the vest
It's like messy marvin, leave a mess
Another black-ass nigga with a glock in his drawers
Gettin paid off the muthafuckin ashpalt
So if you wanna step to a nigga though
I'm pluggin muthafuckas up like a stereo
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

Fucked in the game

I ain't the one

[ verse 3 ]
Boom-boom to the head, now your body numb
Put a hot one up in that ass, that's where i'm comin from
12 o'clock at night, nigga, up in the cut
Slingin caine and twump sacks, so what the fuck?
Livin like a muthafuckin sewer rat
Put away the nine, got a newer gat
Put the beam on a muthafucka fo'head
Emptied up the goddamn clip and left mo' dead
4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Got 5 caps left, 5 niggas got 8
To the dome, to the muthafuckin dome
Duck quick as fuck when i reach for the chrome
I got the vest, i got the vest
But he didn't get to it 'fore the slug hit his chest
Smokin muthafuckas up like doja
A nigga that's crazy and dyin to explode ya
187 up in the house, can you fuck with it?
It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthafuckin walk-by
Like bbd give me the gat and i'ma do ya
Like a hooker on a saturday night i'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the pussy waitin to get fucked by the fucker
Servin lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame
But i ain't the one to get fucked in the game

Fucked in the game

Yeah
All y'all niggas out there in the muthafuckin spot
Y'all better watch y'all back
Niggas ain't bullshittin in '92
Put a hole in your chest without the vest