Featuring ice t too $hort
Ice t intro:
Well alright. spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and short dawgs in the house bitch).
With the l.a. players (soldiers to the game you know?) yeah.
(peep game fool).
Ant banks at the crackhouse
Ha ha ha better recognize game when itand's in your face bitch).
Ice t:
Itand's obvious mad cash got me gassed
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
andquot;never loseandquot; my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area i wanted to cut the fuckinand' cops a deal
If they donand't kneel, they get peeled
Bitches recognize i never have no drama with death
Bustas always try i leavinand' and'em gagging spittinand' up flem
Take a pen make a mil and if this shit donand't sell
I still got the street powder back to flippinand' flower
South central nigga what?
The representer, damn your girl seen me cominand' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
To state to my man for man slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch (thatand's fair play)
Hook:
Youand've got the gangstas that i have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game when itand's in your face
andquot;well alright chand'allandquot; andquot;ha ha haandquot;
Too short:
You think the town rid of short?
You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkinand' just donand't faze me
I could make a phone call and just like that
A bunch of niggas from oakland all on your back
Iand've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew
They call me too short but iand'm still bigger than you bitch
I been around you can take a turn but donand't get burned
Iand've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke
Use to be a wanna but now iand'm old school short
In the game never had the stacks since age 14
I been spittinand' these raps soakinand' up the game up
And even when i came up i fucked with same folks
Still did the same stuff
Bitch short dawgs in the house
I know you want my dick cause itand's all in your mouth
Hook
Spice 1:
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2)
Say what up to the s.p. crooked i.c.e.
Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me
Potna donand't get it twisted up i got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips lookinand' at eclipse jacussi dips
Niggas step back i donand't know you
Donand't get to close to me
Some niggas ainand't really the motherfucker they suppose to be
Cloud killers donand't aim until you shoot in the air
Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ainand't recognizinand'
Fell in the relapse besides iand'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you see me i be hardcore
What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?
Iand'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas
Throwinand' monkey wrenches into the game
And all the players and pimps feel my pain
Hustlers maintaininand' riches and keepinand' presidentals
Not artfical with fishinand' niggas know iand'm packinand' missles
Get me two bentleys some houses johnson jet skis
Ballinand' till i die nigga donand't fuck with s.p.i.
Hook
