| 作词 : Clinton, Morrison, Snider ... | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Morrison, Snider ... | |
| It' s like root beer one of a kind | |
| Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggataniggatanine | |
| 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 driveby 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 faculsound | |
| 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 driveby 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 driveby 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 | |
| Ratatatatattat | |
| 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 drugfree 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 SPI | |
| CE In a rage with a gauge gettin' | |
| PAID 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' bababoogabooga 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 hehheh | |
| Yeah, my nigga | |
| M. C. mutha fuckin' | |
| Ant Kickin' the funky shit with | |
| Spice mutha fuckin' 1 187 in the mutha fuckin' house, | |
| Peace |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Morrison, Snider ... | |
| It' s like root beer one of a kind | |
| Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggataniggatanine | |
| 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 driveby 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 faculsound | |
| 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 driveby 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 driveby 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 | |
| Ratatatatattat | |
| 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 drugfree 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 SPI | |
| CE In a rage with a gauge gettin' | |
| PAID 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' bababoogabooga 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 hehheh | |
| Yeah, my nigga | |
| M. C. mutha fuckin' | |
| Ant Kickin' the funky shit with | |
| Spice mutha fuckin' 1 187 in the mutha fuckin' house, | |
| Peace |
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