| Hey, we tapin', all right let’s do this shit
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| Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice
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| Man, the boy ain’t nuttin nice, you know what I’m sayin'
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| That’s the idea man, it’s done
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| Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this shit Shorty-B
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| I want you to get on the god damn guitar
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| Fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat
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| And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I’m sayin'
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| That’s all it take ya know
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| So we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka
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| Spice kick it
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| Verse 1: Spice 1
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| 187 is fuckin' it up cause we be blowsin'
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| Takin' out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion
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| I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
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| Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up
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| I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y’all
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| Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y’all
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| The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda
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| I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a
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| Siren, A-K shots firin'
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| It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an'
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| Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open
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| So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin' gotta be jokin'
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| Fuck all the bullshit, I’m poppin' two in the brain
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| Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang
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| Chorus: Ant Banks
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| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
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| «Ah yeah, you know what I’m sayin'
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| Hey Spice do that shit nigga»
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| Verse 2: Spice 1
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| A be for acres and J be likely ta jack
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| By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it’s the Fac
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| Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin' brains
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| I can’t be tamed I’m insane to the membrane
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| Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys
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| Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise
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| Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that
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| You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat
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| Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly
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| When your sayin' die mother fucker die
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| S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty
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| A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me
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| Boy, you must’a had an almond joy
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| Huh, this ain’t no child’s play I’m worse than Chuckie he' a toy
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| Chorus: Ant Banks
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| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
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| «Shorty-B break it down homie
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| Ah yeah, you know what I’m sayin', it ain’t nuttin' but a»
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| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang
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| «Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice
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| Bring the dope shit right about now»
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| Verse 3: Spice 1
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| Well it’s the mutha fuckin' S the P the I the C-E
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| Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be
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| Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this
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| Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless
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| Can’t stop the jack of the fuckin' Fac
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| The bum rush’ll crush a mutha fuckas back
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| Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz
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| Wit a posse that’ll probably fuck up the task
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| A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism
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| But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis’m
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| The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact
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| You got a static you phoned, you better call me back
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| Cause I don’t sucker round, nor do I fuck around
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| And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around
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| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4)
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| «This shit is on in the '91
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| Out this muther fucker
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| Do that shit homie
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| Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin' house
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| Spice 1 is takin' over shit in the '91 boy
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| Triad records is in the house
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| Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin' house
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| And we out the mutha fuckin' house
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| For all those muther fuckers who didn’t know» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Thang , by - Spice 1. Song from the album Let It Be Known, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп