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Album (EP) : Let It Be Known [HD] Released: 1991 Recorded: 1988-1991 Label: Triad Records Songwriters: Spice I., G. Duke, B. Miller, N. Chancler, C.I. Johnson Producer: Ant Banks, Georgette Willis (exec.) The album was produced entirely by Ant Banks. Chart history : # 69 on the Billboard Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper from Hayward, California. 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. He was first discovered by rapper Too Short. His first release, Let It Be Known EP, was not well known or widely released, and included seven old-school style tracks. His self-titled debut album Spice 1 was a very vivid and fatalistic gangsta rap album, and his angry, edgy, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. "In My Neighborhood" Dirty Lyrics: [ d-wiz ] Hey yo, spice What's goin on, man? I see five-o over there Is that five-o? [ spice 1 ] Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week But I ain't trippin, I got this 187 proof by my side It's finna be on [ d-wiz ] Is that right? [ spice 1 ] Yeah [ d-wiz ] But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on? [ spice 1 ] Same muthafuckin neighborhood, man Just tryin to get this shit off the ground This rap thing, you know? [ d-wiz ] Yeah, I heard that shit, man Let them niggas know what time it is [ spice 1 ] Yeah Check it [ verse 1 ] I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks? Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence A nigga didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it He got the task on his ass, better haul it Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit? Or pull a jack move and let the nine click I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette Nothin but the money for the paycheck "another day, another dead up in the alleyway" That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say The california life, task in the palm trees Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's Up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood [ verse 2 ] Funk - is a part of my life It's the sound of the gangster spice Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun Nine muthafuckin millimeter, have one Or two or three or four Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore Boom-boom! to the death of a cop Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnapps And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop? Never woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope Niggas slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they flock See a undercover cop raise off the block That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks Cause on the tv they make it look real good But mr. rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] [ verse 3 ] Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood Some people get out, but some people stay for good I see a dopefiend yellin he's a o.g. He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me I say, "what up, old man, I seen your face before" It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow He said, "young-ass nigga," and then he threw the bottle I ducked down, and I had to duck real fast Stepped two feet back, and then I banked his ass I started kickin and stompin my nigga's brains out I heard a bitch yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin at me I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city And now you're sayin I'm the nigga up to no good If gives a fuck if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]