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

Muthaf**kas try ta play me yet they callin' me they ni**a

Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack

Or should I just reanimate the mothaf**kin' Fac

My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' like I'm 2

Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthaf**kin' crew

Late night see a drive-by drop Impala

The niggas took cover and the b**ches all holla

If you think it's sick then ni**a just throw up

I'm quick ta bust a cap and leave your f**kin' dome toe up

Cause livin' up in the bay is lke a muthaf**kin' zoo

Every ni**a do whatever the f**k he gotta do

The mothaf**kin' 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 sh*t it never stop because the ni**a killed a cop

And now the cops are killin' the niggas twenty four around clock

Around the block around the road in every ghetto

Muthaf**kas want to drop me, so I'm livin' like the Devil

With the underground pound, murder facul-sound

So niggas that f**k around lay around

And before I end this rhyme

I'd like ta say peace to my mothaf**kin' 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 b**ch

I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click

I played his a** 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 f**ked up world "G"

I think about the sh*t that I used to see

Niggas runnin' 'round with the street sweepers

Muthaf**kas layin' dead loose change, beepers

B**ches screamin' about the niggas gettin' f**ked up

F**k his b**ch too, she was stuck up

187 muthaf**kas that my showcase

I'll load the clip and kill a whole muthaf**kin' race

I'm stressed out like a muthaf**ka

B**ch got me for a twenty, damn clucka

Yeah your right I'm livin' wrong "G"

And I never gave a f**k about a d**e fiend family

I seen a d**e fiend killed last week

Left a bloody base pipe in the street

They burnt the b**ch up in the trunk over 80 dollars

Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her hollar

Smoke comin' from the trunk b**ch 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 sh*t off, so yo suit 'em up

And before I end this rhyme

I'd like ta say peace to my muthaf**kin' 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 sh*t

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 muthaf**kas never sleep

I'm gettin' C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep

Fill a, ni**a 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 f**k, f**kin' around with 187 proof

Hard as a nickel but I'm quick as f**k to drop a dime

Because my boys got a ni**a back prime time

Rata-tata-tat-tat

Any b**ch want to squab it's like that

Cause I ain't goin' out like a fag

Got the ni**a 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' d**e by the **-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 f**k Mickey D's

I'd rather pimp hoes and clock G's

Cause that's what a real ni**a 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 mothaf**kin' Nine

Yeah

I want to say peace to my other muthaf**kin' nine

Yeah Ant muthaf**kin' ba-ba-booga-booga muthaf**kin' Banks

I want to say what up to my ni**a G muthaf**kin' mzz-Nut, yeah

I want to say what up to that girl Shorty B in the muthaf**kin' house

And my mutha fckin' D.J.

Xtra muthaf**kin' Large go on with your big a** heh-heh

Yeah, my ni**a M.C. muthaf**kin' Ant

Kickin' the funky sh*t with Spice muthaf**kin' 1

187 in the muthaf**kin' house, Peace