(spice 1)

Four years ago i was stuck on the grind

Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes

Till i came with shit that got a muthafucka known

Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone

Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g

And all the niggas came amazed at me

Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack

The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks

I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone

But now i'm killin' niggas on the microphone

Sp-spice 1 kickin' shit to mass

A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath

You see that's the life that i lead

I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me

So step back move back niggas try to jack

But ain't no muthafuckin' love i put you on your back

Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance

I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants

No shorts on a dove i'm tryna come above

They call me spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love



(chorus):

I said one to the two, two to two three

Put a slug in your ass for you to say g

The s to the p the i the c-e

You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me



(spice 1):

I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville

And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real

So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side

You might catch a slug if i'm on a hoo-ride

I said i first come i first served basis

Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places

One of a kind for my people's delight

And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right

Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen

And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again

You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew-ac