[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"