Peace to My Nine

Lyrics

[Verse 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 trigger Motherfuckers try to play me yet they callin' me they nigga Should I get the AK and jump like Jack? Or should I just reanimate the motherfuckin' Fac? My name is Spice 1, but I be comin' up like I'm 2 Or maybe 3 or 4, just a motherfuckin' crew Late night, seen a drive-by drop Impala The niggas took cover and the bitches all holler If you think it's sick, then, nigga, just throw up I'm quick to bust a cap and leave your fuckin' dome tore up 'Cause livin' up in the Bay is like a motherfuckin' zoo Every nigga do whatever the fuck he gotta do The motherfuckin' 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'll never stop because a nigga killed the cop And now the cops are killin' the niggas 24 around clock Around the block, around the road in every ghetto Motherfuckers wanna drop, 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 to say peace to my motherfuckin' nine [Interlude] The—the nine, the—the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter The nine, the—the nine, the—the nine millimeter [Verse 2] Shootin' dice with some niggas that I didn't know He pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floor I wonder why he 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 the tongue up off my mails, now I'm outty, hoe 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 Motherfuckers layin' dead, loose change, beepers Bitches screamin' about the niggas gettin' fucked up Fuck his bitch too, she was stuck up 187, motherfucker, that my showcase I'll load the clip and kill a whole motherfuckin' race I'm stressed out like a motherfucker Bitch got me for a twenty, damn clucka Yeah, you're 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 eighty dollars Started drivin' around the hood and I can hear her holler 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 they gave the cops a reason just to shoot 'em up Now they taping shit off, so, yo, suit 'em up And before I end this rhyme I'd like to say peace to my motherfuckin' nine [Interlude] The—the nine, the—the nine, the nine, the nine millimeter The nine, the—the nine, the—the nine millimeter [Verse 3] The police was comin', I had to dump the body But like I said on the city streets, I'm John Gotti When it comes to the gangster rap shit I do a drive-by, murder your whole clique 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 motherfuckers never sleep I'm gettin' C.B. banner on my beep, beep, beep Fill a nigga to the rim like brim Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on the Endo stem Mix Hennessy with Thunderbird, Gin and juice I'm high as fuck fuckin' 'round 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 I 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 gangster mack Kis over kis over Gs I stack So when you step, step with caution 'Cause a nine to your throat'll have you 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 Ds I'd rather pimp hoes and clock Gs 'Cause that's what a real nigga do to make a livin' The talent of pimp was naturally given And before I end this rhyme I'd like to say peace to my motherfuckin' nine [Outro] Yeah I wanna say peace to my other motherfuckin' nine Yeah, Ant motherfuckin' Ba—Ba—Booga—Booga motherfuckin' Banks I wanna say what up to my nigga G motherfuckin' mzz-Nut Yeah, I wanna say what up to that girl Shorty motherfucking B in the motherfuckin' house And my motherfuckin' DJ Xtra motherfuckin' Large, go on with your big ass, yeah My nigga M.C. motherfuckin' Ant Kickin' that funky shit with Spice motherfuckin' 1 187 in the motherfuckin' house, peace