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Spice 1

Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums. more »

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1994

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Yeah, what's up fool
9-4, Spice 1
Kickin' that G shit
Tell me what that mail like nigga
Want to make money
This one or get smoked

Push it in push it out
And I be the nigga with the mothafuckin' Glock
Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller mothafuckin' G
Hoppin' out a goddamn ninety four Cherokee
Dumpin' shit like a mothafuckin' cooper scoop a 
Nigga off his feet with the millami the Ruger
So tell me what that mail like
I keep processin' of the yea for cells ? tell like
Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps 
And two dollar bitches on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little nuts hung
Fascinated by the Tommy gun
Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
But f*ck that shit nigga
Tell me what that mail like

Tell me what that mail like

Po-Po's want to quiet me
Cause I was tearin' up shit like the mothafuckin' liar G
Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson
Movin' ki's in large fractions
And this is the American dream
To a young muthafucka age thirteen to nineteen
He used to be my best friend
But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
And that little white bitch got the whole world smoked up
And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
Smokin' muthafuckas 'cause they asked me 
Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D
That's the shit I gotta deal with
Real last niggas can you feel it
Tell me what that mail like

Tell me what that mail like

Gotta live up to my rap as a G
Still countin' mail age twenty three
See me and Franklin they can't stop us
And now I got no friends I done smoked all my patnas
I never thought that the money will definitely kill y'all
Four lil' young muthafuckas robbin' liquor stores
It's all good patna get your cash 
Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
Lyin' on the ground confused as fucked
I guess it had to take the bullet 
To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit
Lucky for me I had my vest on
Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D
Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
See I'm a soldier in the shit you can tell right, nigga
So tell me what that mail like

Tell me what that mail like

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