| Ah yeah you know what I’m sayin'
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| Ant Banks kickin’it wit the boy Spice 1
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| Comin’at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known
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| Verse 1: Spice 1
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| Spice 1 with the 31 flavors
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| I be takin’my time so the suckers catch my vapors
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| On the dope track, rollin’like a Mack 10
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| I’m a fool when I’m fuckin’with a fifth a gin
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| Fly, into the ass of a beat like a buckshot
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| So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot
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| This is a section of my many styles
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| But my direction is to take MC’s for many miles
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| So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter
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| Well, I pack the mutha fuckin’milimeter
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| Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam
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| Another brother like me sayin’god damn
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| Fact 1 I’m insane to the fuckin’brain
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| Open up my mind and blast like it’s a hurricane
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| Your in front of a firin’squad
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| And my job, is just to let it be known
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| Let it be known
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| Verse 2: Spice 1
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| Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88
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| With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight
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| Lots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin’up to my noun
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| Gettin’dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
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| Bitin’up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up Nigga up in the rearview with his brains col’blew up I am not the one or the two or the three’a
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| I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E
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| Let it be known, yeah
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| Let it be known
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| Verse 3: Spice 1
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| Dope, how mutha fuckin’funky can a nigga get
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| Comin’wit the shit ya can’t fuck wit
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| After the murda I’m a step and then I couldn’t see ya Lockin’him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria
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| 187 mutha fucka
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| Kickin’that funky shit ya just can’t get enough of Spice, the nigga that’s icy like a popsickle
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| Hard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickle
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| Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
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| So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride
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| On a long trip, get in your shit and dip
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| 187 up in the tape deck wit the muder shit
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| Takin’a ship to the dome
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| Spice 1 is up in the house muther fucker, so let it be known
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| Yeah muther fucker, let it be known
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| Verse 4: Spice 1
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| 4−1-5 was my hood that’s where I’m from bitch
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| Black steel is my brother, fuck wit me you’ll get dissed
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| Boom boom to the head now your body numb
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| I’ll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rum
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| There you are C.B.Bannern'all your casualties
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| That’s what you get you fuck the 1−8-7 Faculty
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| I’m a fool to my bone that’s what’s goin’on
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| My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone
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| It was busy so I hng up and called twice
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| He said who is it I said it’s M.C. |
| mutha fuckin’Spice
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| He told me someone sold my boy up like some col’d slaw
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| Pack your nine I’ll pump the beat up in the Jaguar
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| I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin’shit
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| Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland bitch
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| Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
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| We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard
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| Think I’m insane, no I’m just a little senile
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| And plus I’m caught up in this muther fuckin’freestyle
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| And all you suckers must’a had a fuckin’Pay Day
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| Nutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any day
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| I’m so insane that my mind is gone
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| Check it out muther fucker, let it be known |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Be Known , by - Spice 1. Song from the album Let It Be Known, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп