spice 1 – dumpin’ em in ditches lyrics
ratta to the motherf-ckin tat is how i stomp this
much love for n-gg-s that’s sleepin up in the darkness
cause i’m a crooked n-gg- 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 -ss at the party, n-gg-
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-gg-, so i gotta g-o and creep slow
and get this n-gg- while he’s steppin out his car door
bust, bang, i let my nugs hang, chewed out my mustang
and let this motherf-ckin gat sang
a bl–dy 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-gg- who’s slippin
i get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like scottie pippen
and watch these n-gg-s scream like b-tches
i break em off somethin proper
and dump they -ss in ditches
chorus:
1-8-7, dump the n-gg-s up in ditches
fat nina for the player hatin b-tches
1-87, dump the n-gg-s up in ditches
i got a fat nina for the player hatin b-tches
1-87, dump the n-gg-s up in ditches
fat nina for the player hatin b-tches
1-87, dump the n-gg-s up in ditches
i got a fat nina for the player hatin b-tches
engrave my name on the motherf-ckin hollow tip
a autograph from the n-gg-, killer, lunatic
13 for the birdy, f-ckin him in the game
when i get my hands dirty, n-gg-
you want to squab with the nina
comin up, want to gat you with this trigger happy finger, b-tch
still whoopin a n-gg- -ss with some st. ide’s
jealous n-gg-s 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-gg- ain’t soft
i f-ck around and break every n-gg- 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-gg- done
chorus 1/2
187 erupt, another motherf-ckin walk by in your hood
i broke a gat in his -ss because it’s all good
and now the boys in blue want to come after
the motherf-ckin east bay gangster murder master!
i’ma 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-gg- 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 -ss 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 head, layin d-e-a-d
my chrome gat shined like a sword
one motherf-cker sent off to the morgue
chorus 3/4
yeah n-gg-, straight motherf-ckin g’s in nine-tre
my n-gg- 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-gg-s straight doin it, gangsta sh-t
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