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Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier! (Corb Lund) · Latin Pulse/Spice With Brasil (Nancy Ames) · Spice Crackers [Bonus CD] (Camouflage) · Latin Spice (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Spice in Your Life (Richie Spice) · Spice in Your Life [Bonus Track] (Richie Spice) · Sugar & Spice [Expanded] (The Searchers) · The Spice of Life (Earl Klugh) · A Little Spice (Loose Ends) · Sugar & Spice [Japan Bonus Tracks] (The Searchers) – and 90 other albums »


watchin' the fireworks in the sky 
I walk by 
Look down he still smiling 
Cause he's done fightin'
A fallen soldier 
Now his war's over 
Don't matter
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said, 
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto." 
But
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said 
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto" 
But I'mma let one
(Welcome back to the ghetto)

(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
on my back initiated in blood 
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club 
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues 
And you could
[Intro]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeless that's duckin and dodgen the police
To the soldiers that's
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp

They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
on my back initiated in blood 
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club 
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues 
And you could
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said 
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto" 
But I'mma let one
We, we are the champions, we can't stop
Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down

By any means necessary, I'mma hold down
Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his
motherfuckin' souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.

[Chorus: x7]
[Master P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
[Mystikal]
I was born
'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open 
nobody
it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin
the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch
gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have
Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his
David

Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Aye yo Spice, all these rich motherfuckers keep going to
The record stores buyin' these fake ass raps, 
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, I
and I blast on they punk ass
Now I got a murder case
You say your from the ghetto bitch you never heard a place
Trying to make some cash got a uz
then we do the shit tomorrow,
I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, live for today you
day then we do the shit tomorrow, 
I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto)
Gotta get it (gotta get it) that's the motto, 
Live for
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to call it 
We all the same man, we all in the same shit (S-P-I-see-E) word-a 
We say the 187, the 187
One is a child in the ghetto
One is a beggar in rags
One is a victim of circumstance
One is a queen dressed in black

All working hard for the dollar