Best of Spice 1, Vol. 2

Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I do a 1-8-7 with this motherfuckin' glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga
Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin' Uzi, bitch
A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my shit on cock 'cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin'
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these niggas scream like bitches
I break 'em off somethin' proper
And dump they ass in ditches

[Chorus]
1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin' bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches

Engrave my name on the motherfuckin' hollow tip
A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, nigga
You want to squab with the nina
Comin' up, want to gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch
Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's
Jealous niggas be wantin' to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch
Cause a nigga ain't soft
I fuck around and break every nigga in your hood off
Somethin' proper 'cause I can't be caught slippin'
Seven in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
Here comes the pig bangin on my door
Screamin' some shit about that 5.0
They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money 'cause a nigga done

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187 erupt, another motherfuckin' walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
And now the boys in blue want to come after
The motherfuckin' East Bay gangster murder master!
I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin' me around
Fuckin' off my indo high
Pigs don't notice shit, 1-87 is the nigga you're fuckin' with
When I was young I used to get my gun
Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm fucked till I crank it
Then I'm one hundred and eighty seven thousand G
With a warrant on head, layin' d-e-a-d
My chrome gat shined like a sword

One motherfucker sent off to the morgue

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Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin' G's in nine-tre
My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin' Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin'?
E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit

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Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man baby
Can you really love a playa man

I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger
Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin'
I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp
It's the born to die the S-P-I
Playa status since an OG since Lee High
Sportin' a G hat with the short brim
Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller
Whatever you want to calla
Straight playa up in this game
Puttin' it down for all ya haters
Killin' 'em softly raisin' 'em off me
Keepin' it real so they can't fade me
Up in the 9-sick
I kick back and roll a Vega up
Rollin with the Hennesy
Champagne and Remmy up in my cup
Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G
Soakin' up game in the East Bay street
Stackin' that fetti S-P-I-see-E

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The game is deeper than Atlantis
So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon
You swimmin' at your own risk
'cause in the bay ain't no parana
But you can get your body ate up
When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna
Look what the tied washed in
That's what the people say
Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay
Straight out the water
Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum
So come on, come one and come on dem all
And watch them bodies fall
S-P-I-see-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow!
Smile in your face all the while they want to take your place
I was strapped with a gun case
But now I'm back out on the paper chase
Spittin' ?'em game
And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil
The G from back in the day
They always say I spit the real
Keepin' these haters out of my pockets
And always watchin' my spine
The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine

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S-P-I-C-E be stackin' fetti fetti
See I be stackin' ballin'
Since way way back in the day
The bay area
My play area
Ain't no crips or bloods
But if you cross game then I'm gone carry ya
Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think
Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa
Poppin' the cork on champagne
Hundred dollars a bottle
We roll in benzes and coups as if we won Lotto
Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name
'cause if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same

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Welcome to the ghetto

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 niggas on the corner
And niggas 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) ??

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

From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the news: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 back stabbin
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 see to the you to the L-T-why
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-see-E make niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(Welcome hard up with it to my life)

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[Repeat: x7]
Welcome to the ghetto

Spice here's go them niggas yo
Hit that shit hit that shit.
We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.

Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
On this ol' playa haten ass shit.
Know what I'm sayin'?
Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggas didn't give a fuck
If I was pissin' on myself or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge nigga.
Now you in my mothafuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit,
That's alright 'cause I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass.
Me and Pac goin' let you know about
That ol' playa haten ass shit though.

Ya see these jealous muthafuckas
That be playin me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A mothafuckin' playa
From tha F, A, to tha see
Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'cause they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for leavin' bodies numb
I'm a G muthafucker
Can't you see
I'm a G
Rollin' deep
With my phat fo-fo uzi
I comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick
To be a soldier
By my shit
So nigga
Don't try no mo' shit
No ho shit
'cause when I was broke
Nigga didn't give a fuck
About my statis
Now that I'm at this
I'm loced out
And livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control
About ta bust a cap nigga
'cause tha jealous got me strapped

I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run

Now niggas know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
'cause ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic (hum)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted (Booo Yahh!)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' muthafuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger (Blah)
And even if I did fall, I'll still ball
I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a muthafucker
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
'cause these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
Jealous got me strapped

I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run

Homie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap
Then I might get blasted
Get blasted or blast
That's how I'm livin'
So I blast and blast the bastard
I can't be worried about no jail time
'cause niggas they tryin' ta take my head
I can't have shit if a nigga dead
So I bust back
And break the bitch niggas off propa
With a four-four take nine a chopper
And try and decapitate a niggas arms from with his shoulders
These jealous niggas don't know they fuckin' around with a soldier
I don't be slippin'
So nigga don't wait for me ta fall
And if I got enough
A hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all
Envious niggas prepare to fly off ya feet
'cause I'm comin' with some mothafuckin' heat
Playa, so keep ya aim straight
And hit a nigga on tha first shot
'cause I'm a be tryin' ta make your mothafuckin' heart stop
And don't be screamin' out for your family bitch
'cause it was your choice
That we jump into this gangsta shit

Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run

Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
You can tell that the East Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers,
'cause he's got a tech nine in the bushes

And that's how the shit was handled,
First name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J,
E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey,
Robs with a mother fucker named O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin,
Had a nigga named Juice doin' time in the pen
You couldn't tell that Gin was a bitch though,
'cause she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they'd come
With two fat niggas named Bacardi and rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary,
The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body,
And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel,
So Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol' E had the judge on the payroll clout,
So Jack shot the judge up and rolled Juice out
Now everybody's talking 'bout Gin and Juice,
Juice shot Gin 'cause the bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin' they ain't gonna get me,
I'll round up the posse and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls,
Had ninety nine niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call
So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill,
Got the money from the bitch reckless Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive,
But Mickey was slick he had a Colt forty five
And now he's wonderin' how he got the word,
It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice,
It was a hundred and eighty-seven proof,
Check it out

Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird,
Time for the Hurricane he said word
Thunderbird in an alley waitin',
Wearin' a beanie, tryin' to get a sip from the cop Mr Martini
St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird?s top,
Spilled his drank and gave a swig to the cop
But it's too late Martini knows it all,
Mickey and his boy OD were slangin' 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill,
So when he asked for Juice he got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on Bourbon Blocks,
The murderous cop killer Mr Peppermint Schnapps
Mickey had this thing about nosey cops
And it made Mr Peppermint lose his top
Martini off duty waitin' for the Night Train,
Didn't know his wife Champagne would never see him again
Peppermint Schnapps creepin' with the Colt 45,
Gotta peel his cap before the train arrives
Gotta stay low in Broward here comes the train
All the boys said the engineers Bartles and Jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast,
Martini fell on the ground there was a big splash
Mr Schnapps got up because the cops chased him,
St. Ides and Mickey in a 'vette ready in front of the station
But you know Jack and Juice was undercover,
And Jack was mad be 'cause Mickey shot his lover
There was big shootout and Mickey got juiced,
He couldn't hang with the 1-8-7 proof
Juice was splattered and St. Ides had took a fall,
And then Endo smoked 'em all
Check it out!

Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin' ass

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Niggas be muggin' me, Don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, niggas be muggin' me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me

Now if your hoe come knockin' at my door, she
Must want a thug ass nigga for sure
Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
Twenty four motherfuckin' seven, a nigga havin' it major
Now we can do this like playas
Or we can hop into some gangsta shit
Niggas be tryin' to clown, when your bailin' with your bitch
I almost fell, gettin' up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are
We the niggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller
She fucked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga
Poppin' collars, and at the same time clockin' dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night
And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin' the shit on the ace
But you a bitch 'cause you never talk the shit to my face

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I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy
Heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggas down from the start
I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggas is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
Since you was babies
And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this G ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaow
How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy

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I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I ain't the baller
Who be out there slippin'
She understands niggas be playa hatin' so she ain't trippin'
Saggy pants G-braids but nigga still out to get paid
I'm keepin' my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree niggas be tryin' to get in my mix
Conflicts, forty caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock niggas out now I do walk bys
Now I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin' when I be bailin', trailin' indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin'
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka ass niggas be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say

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