City Streets
C.I.N. Lyrics

Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
I quickly got into my Blazer, quickly drove away, leaving a guy still sitting in his car

Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
I marked him with a symbol of danger and death, because he was weak and easily intimidated

Hollow like a head without no brains inside
Empty and lacking intelligence or substance

And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
His girlfriend was extremely petite, requiring extra effort to even see her

Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
Arrived at the intersection, made a left turn, and spotted the police

That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
I realized that the police were targeting me

Turned up my music and dashed, goin' 90, I mashed
I increased the volume of my music and accelerated, driving at 90 miles per hour

Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
My car windows were riddled with bullet holes caused by a powerful shotgun blast

He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
He was closely pursuing me, so I had to quickly come up with a plan

Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Made a left turn and then suddenly heard a loud explosion and crashing sound

Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Attempted to escape the situation, but ended up making a deal with the devil

Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
His car and his face were forcefully wrapped around a pole, resulting in a serious accident

With my vogues still smokin' hit 580 to Oakland
While my tires were still emitting smoke, I quickly drove on Highway 580 towards Oakland

Still upset with the police because my window was broken
I was still angry at the police for breaking my car window

But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
However, my music was still playing loudly and my speaker system was still producing powerful sound

And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin'
I had a 9mm handgun on my lap in case any trouble arose

Got the twentieth and Nice as I kicked my tune
Arrived at the intersection of 20th Street and Nice Avenue while playing my music

Hooked a left on twent third and seen my homeboy June
Made a left turn on 23rd Street and saw my friend June

Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
I quickly got out of my car, dressed flamboyantly with excessive amounts of gold jewelry

Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I was wearing a red Nike sweat suit, attracting attention like a colorful bird

I told him what had happened and he already knew
I informed him about the incident, but he was already aware of it

He said, 'You got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
He remarked, 'You were involved in a confrontation with a group of fake and untrustworthy individuals

The bass went boom and your gun went bang
The bass in your music was powerful, and the sound of your gun firing was loud

And all you could see was flames'
The only visible thing was fire

At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin'
Right at that moment, Coke and Ray began laughing

And slapped each other's hands and said, 'It's all about blastin'
They high-fived each other and expressed their belief in the importance of using firearms

Kickin' it at the park shootin' craps with some homies
Hanging out at the park, playing the dice game 'craps' with some friends

My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
My initial roll resulted in a lucky 7, so nobody could criticize me

So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
Since my desired number to roll was 4, I wagered a smaller amount on a dice combination called 'Little Joe'

I'm kissin' on the dice and I'm pimpin' 'em like my hoe
I'm holding and handling the dice affectionately and showcasing my skill at rolling them

So then I roll again, I'm fuckin' with Big Ben
I roll the dice once more, playing with a specific combination called 'Big Ben'

Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten
I didn't lose anything because I rolled a ten

I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
I collected the dice, shook them vigorously, and rolled them again

What came out the do'? Whaddaya know, I hit that four
I rolled a four, which was the number I was aiming for

Fuckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies
While smoking marijuana, I'm enjoying the soothing music of Marvin Gaye's old songs

Fadin another twenty, took a sip of my forty
After losing twenty dollars, I drank from my 40-ounce bottle

There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice
I spotted my friend G-Nut holding a bottle of gin and a container of juice

My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof
My friend is always consuming drinks with high alcohol content, like the notorious 187-proof liquor

I took a big-ass gulp and feelin' quite tipsy
I drank a large quantity and started feeling intoxicated

Knowin' I'm like this, these niggas try to cheat me
Knowing that I'm in an altered state due to alcohol, these guys attempt to deceive me

Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place
They can't outsmart me, I confront them and establish my dominance

Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
In a sudden burst of anger, G-Nut threw his gin and punched a guy in the face

I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
I found the situation amusing, and a smile appeared on my face

The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt
The overweight guy's face was firmly pressed against the ground, lying in the dirt

So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
I collected my winnings and prepared to leave

Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Because I'm focused on accumulating more money, constantly seeking more

Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
Now the guy, lying on his face, quickly turned around

And said, 'This is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back'
He claimed that it was an unfair result, demanding the return of all his money

I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
I pretended to be afraid, quickly returning his money

And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
And when he attempted to leave, I shot him in the buttocks

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
If these guys can't handle the tough situations, they should stay away

Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
Because people will deceive you, stab you, and kill you on the dangerous streets of the city

A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
A few weeks ago, I stole a kilogram of drugs from a guy

Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Hanging out on the street, selling drugs to other people

Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is funny
I'm running away from the police, and you find this amusing?

By any means necessary I must make my money
I am determined to make my money using any methods required

If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
If people try to confront or harm me, I will quickly draw my 9mm handgun

And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
And shoot multiple times at a person from behind

In this world of madness muthafuckas die
This chaotic world leads to the deaths of many individuals

Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
Men engage in violence and gang-related activities, while women are constantly deceptive

So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies
Therefore, I decide to become a killer and dismember the bodies of my enemies

And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti
I want to establish myself as a fearsome figure, similar to the notorious criminal John Gotti

The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e
I am Spice, the violent and fearless gangster

They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Someone is calling my cell phone, but I wonder who it could be

Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin' G's
I told the person not to call me, as I am busy making money

I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'
I assumed it was the police, but some guys warned me to stop

The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin' jack
I suddenly felt the barrel of a gun against my back, indicating a robbery

I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that
I realized I should have carried a weapon, as I refuse to be defeated in that manner

These niggas caught me slippin', and fuck a yellow sack
These guys caught me off guard, and I don't care about money in that moment

Niggas must be trippin' 'cause they Daytons touch my back
These guys must be mistaken, as their luxury car rims touch my back

I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
I quickly got out of my car and told the robber to continue

And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
But when he attempted to flee, I shot him in the head

With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
With blood covering his face, the guy hurriedly escaped

I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
I pulled his lifeless body out of the car and shot him multiple times

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
If these guys can't handle dangerous situations, they should stay away

Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
Because I'm a ruthless gangster, I will stab and kill you in the dangerous streets of the city

Aight, Banks
Alright, Banks

Let's pack the shit up, mayn
Let's gather our stuff and leave, man