Представляем точный текст композиции "Peace To My Nine" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Peace To My Nine» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "Peace To My Nine"
Lyrics to Peace To My Nine : Its 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 Im 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 its sick then nigga just throw up Im 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 its on parole because my mouths 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 Im livin like the Devil With the underground pound, muder facul-sound So niggas that fuck around lay around And before I end this rhyme Id like ta say peace to my mutha fuckin nine The Nine Milimeter, The Nine Milimeter Shootin dice with some niggas that I didnt know He pulled a nine when the double 4 hit the floe I wonder why hed 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 Im outty ho Im stressin its 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 Ill load the clip and kill a whole mutha fuckin race Im stressed out like a mutha fucka Bitch got me for a 20, damn clucka Yeah your right Im 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 Im hearin shots ring out 12 oclock 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 Id 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 Im John Gotti When it comes to the gangsta rap shit I do a drive-by murder your whole click See Im a rebel without a pulse Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk without a nine in your draws Its like American Express Because a lot of crazy niggas wanna spill your flesh But some crazy jealous mutha fuckas never sleep Im gettin C.B. banner on the beep, beep, beep Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim Do a drive-by while Im suckin on a Endo stem Mix hennesey with thunderbird, Gin and juice Im high as fuck, fuckin around with 187 proof Hard as a nickel but Im quick as fuck to drop a dime Because my boys got a nigga back prime time Rata-tata-tat-tat Any bitch wanna squab its like that Cause I aint goin out like a fag Got the nigga for a ounce and a Jag Straight trip and pop the clip Now Im gettin rich off his sip Pick up my boys on the block and its on Slangin dope by the drug-free zone Straight gangsta mack Keyes over keyes over gs 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 aint goin out fuck Mickey Ds Id rather pimp hoes and clock gs Cause thats what a real nigga do to make a livin The talent of pimp was naturaly given So before I end this rhyme Id 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 [ Peace To My Nine Lyrics ]
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