Spice 1

Welcome to the ghetto

(verse 1)
Livin day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets of california
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been life this fo years
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears
She couldn'ta been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin each other's lives
And goin to rest in peace
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And i still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein dope fiends livin off can goods
15 niggaz on the corner
And niggaz die young in california
5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on "america's most wanted"
But i don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family g
But you gotta do your best slangin d-o-p-e
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life) ??

(chorus) 4x
Welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)

(verse 2)
From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the a href="news:a">news:a /a> young black death
Was it drug related,take a guess
I flash when i look in the mirror black
Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter gat
I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody backstabbin
But i ain't the one to talk i'm into gafflin
Death gives a shit about your color
But yet i see mo dead young brothas
I'm goin crazy out here
Seein 24 brothas die by the end of the year
And i still gotta deal with the 5-0
And i stopped sellin dope in 9-0
But if i came to it
I probably still do it
Put a nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that i never see the day
That i get 20 years for a cake
B-k-a as a key
So open up the door for the mo money
But i ain't gotta do that g
Cause i'm down with the f-a to the c to the u to the l-t-y
G-nut x-tra large and s-p-i-c-e make niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)

(chorus) 4x

Welcome to the ghetto 7x

[ 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

Y'all ready to do this shit?

Bust em

[ verse 1 ]
When i was young i had the lust to pull the trigger
And make change out a 5-dollar-ass nigga
And as time went on, i gained much love
But seein niggas' guts bust at a nightclub
Too young to get my ass in, but they didn't trip
Cause if i didn't get in, they knew i'd start shit
So i was treated like the muthafuckin pope
Security see me, so they scope
And follow me around like a flock of hoes
I had a squab with a bitch with a big-ass nose
I started to knock the bitch out, but before i could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he was slow, with the other hand slapped the hoe
Then security rushed us out the backdo'
So when i grabbed the nine, they thought i'd go nuts
I'd roll by and bust caps at the grown-up's
Young nigga got bold and off the liquor
As a young nigga

(he said, "young-ass nigga!")
(you dumb nigga, you) --> ice cube

[ verse 2 ]
Well, what do you know, it's summer time
And every young nigga my age is on the grind
Workin for the city
A drugstore on evey goddamn corner, and niggas actin shitty
About who sell where and whose dope is it
So some niggas around the block, they paid us a visit
But we ain't comin off shit but a drive-by
I guess they wanna expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch or liar
And five-o is gettin kinda dense
Cause the wire was missin from a county jail fence
Breakin off boulders
And the niggas from around the block they said they told us
Not to short-stop, so my nigga got popped
I looked down, and i'm shocked
To see him layin dead by the bushes
As a young nigga

[ verse 3 ]
Shit is gettin hectic, my mission had to flow smooth
We hit the corner in a '65 old school
Bustin at niggas twice my age
Muthafuckas catchin heat from my guage
They tried to shoot back, but it ain't like that
Cause i'm the nigga with the biggest gat
Hoes get fucked and eat the bullet
Cause the trigger that got my nigga, one of them had to pull it
My nigga with the nine said, "forget it"
But i seen a nigga point his finger and say, "he did it"
I loaded up the clip and shot him in the dick
And kept on bustin till his leg kicked
Now we audi 5000, gee
The glasspacks on the '65 got noisy
We had to smash
Cause five-o was right behind our ass
We had to get away, we dumped the a.k.
And the guage in the bushes on the way
The cops kept bustin, niggas kept cussin
About which way to go fussin
We hit the corner, and they bust
At some niggas lookin just like us
We knew it was about that time
Hopped out my homeboy's shit, and into mine
We got away, because they couldn't figure
Which one of the boys was that young nigga

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