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Spice 1

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Biography

Too $hort discovered rapper Spice 1 (Robert L. Green, Jr.) who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut (Spice 1) was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album as possible, and his hard-edged, angry, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire. Other releases included 1995's 1990-Sick and 1997's The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb From Da Bay). Immortalized followed two years later, and in the spring of 2000 Spice 1 returned with The Last Dance and Playa Rich Project. A sequel to the latter brought him into 2002, while the Spiceberg Slim album came out that summer. Unlike many rappers in his position, Spice 1 did not suffer a critical backlash from such a high volume of releases in such a short amount of time. He continued to change with the times, and that reflected on his consistant sales and unwavering fanbase.

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  1.  
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    Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me
    Don't fuck with the east bay g
    ..repeat three more times
    Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
    Screaming like eiht yelling come on niggaz
    Strap On The Side - (4:47)  -  6,400 plays
  2.  
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    The trigga gots no heart
    (The trigga a trigga)
    The trigga gots no heart
    (The trigga a trigga)
    I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no secondary shorts and
    Trigga Gots No Heart - (3:07)  -  4,178 plays
  3.  
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    Livin' day by day in my hood, on the spot
    I see the same old things, same dope fiends, cops
    Just an average day in the streets of California
    5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
    Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes
    Welcome To The Ghetto - (4:08)  -  4,268 plays
  4.  
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    Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
    You could tell that the east bay was his home
    More mail than the rest of the pushers
    'Cuz he got a TEC-9 in the bushes, bushes, bushes
    And that's how his shit was handled
    187 Proof - (3:49)  -  3,729 plays
  5.  
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    Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail coppers gave me hell in a cell
    But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
    They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch
    But I stick to the scrip dump a snitch in a ditch
    It's '94 I came to be fuckin' around
    Face of a Desperate Man - (4:52)  -  3,449 plays
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