Intro: Ant Banks, Shorty-B
Hey, we tapin`, all right let`s do this shit
Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice
Man, the boy ain`t nuttin nice, you know what I`m sayin`
That`s the idea man, it`s done
Hey check it out boy we fittin` ta do this shit Shorty-B
I want you to get on the god damn guitar,
fittin` ta lay a funky ass beat
And my boy gonn` come tight you know what I`m sayin`
That`s all it take ya know,
so we fittin` ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka
Spice kick it
Verse 1: Spice 1
187 is fuckin` it up cause we be blowsin`
Takin` out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up
I kep` on bustin` and bustin` and cappin` cappin` y`all
Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin` y`all
The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda
I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a
Siren, A-K shots firin`
It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an`
Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open
So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin` gotta be jokin`
Fuck all the bullshit, I`m poppin` two in the brain
Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang
Chorus: Ant Banks
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
Ah yeah, you know what I`m sayin`
Hey Spice do that shit nigga
Verse 2: Spice 1
A be for acres and J be likely ta jack
By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it`s the Fac
Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin` brains
I can`t be tamed I`m insane to the membrane
Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys
Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise
Spice 1`ll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that
You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat
Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly
When your sayin` die mother fucker die
S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty
A quarterback throwin` a rhyme now could you tackle me
Boy, you must`a had an almond joy
Huh, this ain`t no child`s play I`m worse than Chuckie he` a toy
Chorus: Ant Banks
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2)
Shorty-B break it down homie
Ah yeah, you know what I`m sayin`, it ain`t nuttin` but a
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang
Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice
Bring the dope shit right about now
Verse 3: Spice 1
Well it`s the mutha fuckin` S the P the I the C-E
Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be
Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this
Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless
Can`t stop the jack of the fuckin` Fac
The bum rush`ll crush a mutha fuckas back
Spice 1 comin` straight outta Alkatraz
Wit a posse that`ll probably fuck up the task
A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism
But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis`m
The 187 the Fac comin` right and exact
You got a static you phoned, you better call me back
Cause I don`t sucker round, nor do I fuck around
And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around
Chorus:
Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4)
This shit is on in the `91
Out this muther fucker
Do that shit homie
Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin` house
Spice 1 is takin` over shit in the `91 boy
Triad records is in the house
Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin` house
And we out the mutha fuckin` house
for all those muther fuckers who didn`t know
