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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 »


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
Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
clip 
And quick 
To be a soldier 
By my shit 
So nigga 
Don't try no mo' shit 
No ho shit 
'cause when I was broke 
Nigga didn't give a fuck
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
1, don by any means necessary
Spice 1, don by any means necessary, nigga
Dn by any means necessary
Is you feelin me?
Like titties and ass
Is you feelin
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse 
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch). 
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah. 
(Peep
strictly
Shit be seemin like it's closin in
With no regrets I hold position
'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men

Picture bein put in a position
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
and the pain doesn't faze us

Do you really think we give a shit about what you said 
Or what you ever did?
Do what you want, but I'm not listening 
'Cause
a motherfucker straight up brake yourself

Yeah, and that's how we run that shit on this motherfuckin' stage
Right now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, Spice, I
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
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
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
Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
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
the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas
my shit mug on my face nigga ?? dog mean bitch
I'm muggin' every nigga that be walkin by
Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye 
I
My mama's on the shit
My daddy splitting
Mom's steady blaming me
Is it my fault just because i'm a young black male
The feds swept me as if kane
ass nigga addicted to killin shit, 
??? cross soldier mutha fuckaz so nigga don't fuck wit me, 
I seen niggaz that I done murdered up in my dreams,
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm suppose to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse 
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch). 
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah. 
(Peep
smoking spices
Tripple lindsey out the g, landing to a splint
Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit! 
You're staying broke, like morty with a hit
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm suppose to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I