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