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Spice 1

"Dumpin' Em In Ditches"

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Ratta to the motherf*ckin tat is how I stomp this
Much love for n*ggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked n*gga 2 like Pac
I do a 1-8-7 with this motherf*ckin Glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, n*gga
Crazy as f*ck, I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherf*ckin Uzi, b*tch
A OG n*gga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
And get this n*gga while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nuts hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherf*ckin gat sang
A bloody Glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my sh*t on c*ck cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the n*gga who's slippin
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these n*ggas scream like b*tches
I break em off somethin proper
And dump they ass in ditches

[Chorus: Spice 1]
1-8-7, dump the n*ggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b*tches
1-87, dump the n*ggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b*tches
1-87, dump the n*ggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b*tches
1-87, dump the n*ggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b*tches

[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Engrave my name on the motherf*ckin hollow tip
A autograph from the n*gga, killer, lunatic
13 for the birdy, f*ckin him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, n*gga
You wanna squab with the nina
Comin up, wanna gat you with this trigger happy finger, b*tch
Still whoopin a n*gga ass with some St. Ide's
Jealous n*ggas be wantin to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my sh*t wherever I want to sell my sh*t
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little b*tch
Cause a n*gga ain't soft
I f*ck around and break every n*gga in your hood off
Somethin proper cause I can't be caught slippin
7 in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
Here comes the pig bangin on my door
Screamin some sh*t about that 5.0
They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money cause a n*gga done

Chorus 1/2

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
187 erupt, another motherf*ckin walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
And now the boys in blue wanna come after
The motherf*ckin East Bay gangster murder master!
I'mma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin me around
f*ckin off my indo high
Pigs don't notice sh*t, 1-87 is the n*gga you're f*ckin with
When I was young I used to get my gun
f*ck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm f*cked till I crank it
Then I'm 187,000 G with a warrant on my head, layin' d-e-a-d
My chrome gat shined like a sword
One motherf*cker sent off to the morgue

Chorus 3/4

[Outro: Spice 1]
Yeah n*gga, straight motherf*ckin G's in nine-tre
My n*gga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherf*ckin Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherf*ckers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin?
E-A-SKI, CM motherf*ckin' T, you know what I'm sayin?
n*ggas straight doin it, gangsta sh*t

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