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
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 known
