187 Proof lyrics

[Intro]
(Spice 1 smoking)

[Intro]
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
Cause he got a TEC-9 in the bushes

[Verse 1]
And that's how his sh*t was handled
First name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J
E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessy
Rivals with a motherf*cker named Ol' E
E had a b*tch and her name was Gin
Had a n*gga named Juice doin' time in the pen
You couldn't tell that Gin was her b*tch though
Cause she was f*ckin' some n*gga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they'd come
With two fat n*ggas named Bacardi and Rum
They capped Jack's ho and the sight was scary
The b*tch was all bloody and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body
And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi
E and J told Jack the whole tale
So Jack tried to bail Juice out the jail
But Ol' E had the judge on a payroll clout
So Jack shot the judge up and broke Juice out
Now everybody's talkin' 'bout Gin and Juice
Juice shot Gin cause the b*tch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin' they ain't gonna get me
I'll round up the posse and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold eight balls
Had 99 n*ggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call
So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill
Got the money from the b*tch workin' Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive
But Mickey was slick he had a Colt 45
And now he's wonderin' how he got the word
It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice
It was 187 proof
Check it out!
[Outro]
Ay man, f*ck that, let's go