Ghetto Thang (Spice 1)

Hey, we tapin', all right let's do this shit Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice Man, the boy ain't nuttin nice, you know what I'm sayin' That's the idea man, it's done Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this shit Shorty-B I want you to get on the god damn guitar, Fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I'm sayin' That's all it take ya know, So we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka Spice kick it 187 is fuckin' it up cause we be blowsin' Takin' out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a Siren, A-K shots firin' It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an' Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin' gotta be jokin' Fuck all the bullshit, I'm poppin' two in the brain Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (2x) "Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin' Hey Spice do that shit nigga" A be for acres and J be likely ta jack By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it's the Fac Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin' brains I can't be tamed I'm insane to the membrane Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly When your sayin' die mother fucker die S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me Boy, you must'a had an almond joy Huh, this ain't no child's play I'm worse than Chuckie he' a toy Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (2x) "Shorty-B break it down homie Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it ain't nuttin' but a" Ghetto thang, ghetto thang "Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice Bring the dope shit right about now" Well it's the mutha fuckin' S the P the I the C-E Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless Can't stop the jack of the fuckin' Fac The bum rush'll crush a mutha fuckas back Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz Wit a posse that'll probably fuck up the task A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis'm The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact You got a static you phoned, you better call me back Cause I don't sucker round, nor do I fuck around And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (4x) "This shit is on in the '91 Out this muther fucker Do that shit homie Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin' house Spice 1 is takin' over shit in the '91 boy Triad records is in the house Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin' house And we out the mutha fuckin' house For all those muther fuckers who didn't know"