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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Cappin' him in his b-brain with the n-nine
He never woulda th-thought, I'd be gettin' mine
So now I'm on the r-run 'cause I took his cash
I had to b-bust a cap in his fuckin' assNigga a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang
It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang
19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-1
A lotta n-n-n-niggaz d-died youngThe 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact
It's comin' up, c-comin' up b-b-back
The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk
Buckin' with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk

I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go
And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, OMoney gone
Money goneI gotta g-g-gotta get it goin' on
I deal with the m-m-money g-g-gone
The figgity f-f-five-O is on my nuts
Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cutWhere every time I dr-drive around the bl-block
They see my goin' b-bump and s-s-stop
And ask me q-q-question, wuh-what's my name
But he can get f-fucked in the g-game'Cause I ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen
I had ta d-d-do 'em, d-do 'em in
Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome
And now it's m-m-money g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, goneMoney gone, yeah
Money goneMy nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin' dice
He said what they h-hittin' for Sp-Spice
Livin' up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats
Slangin' dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fatThe nigga on the b-block with the biggest knot
Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar kn-knot
Bought a s-six five st-st-stang
The ring on my m-m-mobile rangI got it g-goin' on in the m-mix
All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix
I wonder if they t-task is about to hit
But I don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-shit
'Cause I'ma Uga O.G. in the z-zone
And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, goneMoney gone, yeahYeah 187 in the motherfuckin' house
Peace to my niggaz, Black Jack
Ya'll in the motherfuckin' house
Hookin' me up with that dope shitThe last track on my motherfuckin' album
We kickin' it funky gangsta
Yeah, sideways to the next light
Peace motherfucker, I'm outta here like last year

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Too $hort discovered rapper Spice 1 (Robert L. Green, Jr.) who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut (Spice 1) was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album as possible, and his hard-edged, angry, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire.

Read more about Spice 1 on Last.fm.


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