(Spice 1)
Four years ago I was stuck on the grind
Slangin` crack 50 sacks straight 20`s and dimes
Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known
Coolin` on the corner with the cellular phone
Took a test to be a muthafuckin` G
And all the niggas came amazed at me
Since the age of 16 I been slangin` the crack
The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin` sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I`m killin` niggas on the microphone
Sp-Spice 1 kickin` shit to mass
A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath
You see that`s the life that I lead
I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me
So step back move back niggas try to jack
But ain`t no muthafuckin` love I put you on your back
Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance
I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove I`m tryna come above
They call me Spice 1 and ain`t no muthafuckin` love
(Chorus):
I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to TWO THREE
Put a slug in your ass for you to say G
The S to the P the I the C-E
You sucka ass niggas can`t fuck with me
(Spice 1):
I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a nigga that`s real
So if you see me cruisin` by keep your hands to your side
You might catch a slug if I`m on a Hoo-ride
I said I first come I first served basis
Niggas catchin` slugs in a lot of strange places
One of a kind for my people`s delight
And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain`t right
Because you`re snitchin` on your homies be seat up in the pen
And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again
You`re hangin` on the Ave you`re chillin` with the crew
But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin` you
(Chorus)
(Spice 1):
I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to THREE
My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-U-T
We roll up in the place pointin` straps at your face
Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace
Let off rounds you fall down to the ground
You sucka ass nigga another dead clown
You`re a 5 dollar boy and I`m a million dollar player
You`s a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya
You say you pack a Nine and a Nine is fine
But I`m blowin` out the back of your head from behind
I`m comin` from the sickest city around
Spittin` some gangsta shit the Dirty Bay is the town
So G-nut and if you`re bigger or pack the tight figure
Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga
{g-nut:}
G-N-U-T in the place to be
Pimp straight up out a player`s university
Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge
Didn`t have no mail so I said : `fuck college!`
I`m brown-skinned comin` straight out the stack
And the game that I spit`ll put your bitch on the back
I`m dressed to kill I love to style
I`m the MC you know hoe check my file
The big-lip nigga for your regard
500 dollar spread for the credit card
I hit your town then I go back home
Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome
Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight
And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight
Because when I grind I hits the strip
Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip
It don`t take a lot to entertain`
And like my nigga Method Man I`ma bring the pain
You can`t rock the shop if you high off hop
You gotta let a nigga know you`ll never stop
And your game gotta make a lot of sense
You gotta know when to start when the pimpin` begins
