these motherfuckers, I'm ready to break this up Yeah, fuck that, let's handle that business Huh, yeah, we gotta flow sumptin' funky Check it, Spice 1
Translation: Spice 1. Break Yourself.
to break this up [Spice 1] Yeah , fuck that Lets handle that business Huh , yeah [Mc Ant] We gotta flow sumptin funky [SPICE 1] Check it Spice 1 is
The pit, the pit, oh my Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers We come to break y'all some information And ressurect you
something other than yourself No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your comrades in arms I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun El-Pee vs. The Spice
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces, keep killas like pitbulls on leashes, aint no muthafuckin suckas, nigga my soilders elite, its
that Jazz? Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake [Company] And all that jazz [Velma Kelly] Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break [Company
[ ant banks ] ( *burp* ) Aw shit One of them fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ verse 1: spice 1 ] Mi-ni-
Verse 1: Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be throwin They rocks up in my face My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, I
[Ant Banks] [burp] Aw shit One of them fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine [dial tone] [VERSE 1: Spice 1] Mi-ni-mi pickin up
Spice-1] Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yea) I might have to use my ak [x2, vary 3rd = that AK, repeat] [Verse Two: Spice-1] I
other than yourself No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your comrads in arms I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun El-Pee vs. the Spice
