City Streets
Spice 1 Lyrics

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

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

Hollow like a head without no brains inside
His mind was empty and devoid of intelligence

And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
His girlfriend was incredibly tiny, making it difficult to see her

Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
Arrived at the corner, turned left, and spotted the police

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

Turned up my music and dashed, goin' 90, I mashed
Increased the volume of my music and sped away at a speed of 90 mph

Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
My window was riddled with bullet holes from a shotgun explosion

He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
The police were closely pursuing me, so I had to quickly make decisions

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

Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Attempted to run away from the authorities, metaphorically making a deal with the devil for protection

Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
His car and face collided with a pole, causing severe damage

With my vogues still smokin' hit 580 to Oakland
As my tires were still emitting smoke, I drove on highway 580 towards Oakland

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

But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
Despite the chaos, my music was still playing loudly and my speakers were still working

And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin'
I had my weapon ready to defend myself 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 my song continued playing

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

Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Quickly exited my vehicle and showcased my wealth, having more gold than an Egyptian pharaoh

Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
Wore my red Nikey sweat suit, resembling a bird called a sparrow

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 got involved in a dangerous situation with a group of inauthentic people'

The bass went boom and your gun went bang
The bass in the music played loudly and your gun fired a shot

And all you could see was flames'
The situation became intense, with flames becoming visible

At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin'
During that precise moment, Coke and Ray burst into laughter

And slapped each other's hands and said, 'It's all about blastin''
They enthusiastically high-fived each other and declared that violence was the way to go

In the city streets
Within the urban streets

Kickin' it at the park shootin' craps with some homies
Chilling at the park, playing dice games with my friends

My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
On my first roll, I got a total of 7, making it difficult for others to challenge me

So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
Since my target number is 4, I placed a bet on a total of 4

I'm kissin' on the dice and I'm pimpin' 'em like my hoe
I'm handling the dice affectionately and manipulating them just like I control my prostitute

So then I roll again, I'm fuckin' with Big Ben
I roll the dice again, engaging with a risky bet

Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten
I'm confident in my bet because I have a good chance of rolling a total of ten

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

What came out the do'? Whaddaya know, I hit that four
What number appeared on the dice? Surprisingly, it was a four

Fuckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies
While enjoying some strong marijuana, I'm listening to classic songs by Marvin Gaye

Fadin another twenty, took a sip of my forty
Betting and losing another twenty dollars, I took a sip from my forty-ounce beer

There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice
I noticed my friend G-Nut with a bottle of gin and a cup of juice

My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof
My friend always indulges in liquor with a high alcohol content known as 187 proof

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

Knowin' I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Knowing that I'm in this state, these guys attempt to cheat me

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

Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
Suddenly, G-Nut aggressively threw the bottle of gin and struck a guy in the face

I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
I found the situation amusing, causing me to smile smugly

The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt
The overweight guy's face was planted on the ground, lying in the dirt

So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
I grabbed my money, ready to leave

Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Because my goal is to accumulate more and more money

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

And said, 'This is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back'
He demanded the return of his lost money, claiming that it was an unfair outcome

I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
I pretended to be frightened, swiftly returning his money

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

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
If you can't handle the intense situations, you should stay away

Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
Because individuals will deceive, stab, and ultimately defeat you in the urban streets

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

Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e
Hanging out in the neighborhood, selling drugs to addicts

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

By any means necessary I must make my money
I will do whatever it takes to earn money

If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
If guys attempt to challenge me, I will brandish my firearm

And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
And shoot a guy multiple times from behind

In this world of madness muthafuckas die
In this chaotic world, people meet their demise

Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
Guys sell drugs and engage in violence, while women always deceive

So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies
Therefore, I decide to be a killer and dismember individuals

And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti
I want to be a ruthless example, akin to the notorious gangster John Gotti

The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e
I am the hardcore gangsta known as Spice

They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Someone is calling my mobile phone, 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'm occupied making a lot of money

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

The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin' jack
A gun was pointed at my back, it was a dangerous situation

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

These niggas caught me slippin', and fuck a yellow sack
These guys caught me off guard, undermining my defenses

Niggas must be trippin' 'cause they Daytons touch my back
These guys must be mistaken or delusional, thinking they can harm me

I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
I quickly got out of my vehicle and told him to proceed

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

With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
Covered in blood on his face, my friend escaped from the scene

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 you can't handle the intense situations, you should stay away

Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
Because I am a ruthless gangster who will harm and defeat you in the urban streets

Aight, Banks
Alright, Banks

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