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Spice 1

"Ghetto Thang"

Intro: Ant Banks, Shorty-B

Hey, we tapin', all right let's do this sh*t
Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice
Man, the boy ain't nuttin nice, you know what I'm sayin'
That's the idea man, it's done
Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this sh*t Shorty-B
I want you to get on the god damn guitar
Fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat
And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I'm sayin'
That's all it take ya know
So we fittin' ta do this sh*t and get paid like a mutha f*cka
Spice kick it

Verse 1: Spice 1

187 is f*ckin' it up cause we be blowsin'
Takin' out weak mutha f*ckas wit the explosion
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
Was it my nine, my n*gga that had him fold up
I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all
Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all
The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda
I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a
Siren, A-K shots firin'
It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an'
Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open
So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he f*ckin' gotta be jokin'
f*ck all the bullsh*t, I'm poppin' two in the brain
Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang

Chorus: Ant Banks

Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
"Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Hey Spice do that sh*t n*gga"

Verse 2: Spice 1

A be for acres and J be likely ta jack
By the Faculty mutha f*cka for short it's the Fac
Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you f*ckin' brains
I can't be tamed I'm insane to the membrane
Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys
Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise
Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you f*ck wit that
You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat
Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly
When your sayin' die mother f*cker die
S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty
A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me
Boy, you must'a had an almond joy
Huh, this ain't no child's play I'm worse than Chuckie he' a toy

Chorus: Ant Banks

Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
"Shorty-B break it down homie
Ah yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it ain't nuttin' but a"
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang
"Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice
Bring the dope sh*t right about now"

Verse 3: Spice 1

Well it's the mutha f*ckin' S the P the I the C-E
Not in a homocide n*gga you might as well be
Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this
f*ck wit the posse but yo was useless
Can't stop the jack of the f*ckin' Fac
The bum rush'll crush a mutha f*ckas back
Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz
Wit a posse that'll probably f*ck up the task
A lot of n*ggas try ta step to the murderism
But all they get is a mutha f*ckin circ*mcis'm
The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact
You got a static you phoned, you better call me back
Cause I don't sucker round, nor do I f*ck around
And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around

Chorus:

Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4)
"This sh*t is on in the '91
Out this muther f*cker
Do that sh*t homie
Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha f*ckin' house
Spice 1 is takin' over sh*t in the '91 boy
Triad records is in the house
Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther f*ckin' house
And we out the mutha f*ckin' house
For all those muther f*ckers who didn't know"

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