Spice 1 - Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics

rate me

Ratta to the motherfuckin tat is how I stomp this

Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness

Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac

I do a 1-8-7 with this motherfuckin glock

Shot you in the body

Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga

Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me

Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin Uzi, bitch

A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow

And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door

Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang

And let this motherfuckin gat sang

A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock

Got my shit on cock cause my slang don't stop

In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin

I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen

And watch these niggas scream like bitches

I break em off somethin proper

And dump they ass in ditches

Chorus:

1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches

Fat nina for the player hatin bitches

1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches

I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches

1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches

Fat nina for the player hatin bitches

1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches

I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches

Engrave my name on the motherfuckin hollow tip

A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic

13 for the birdy, fuckin him in the game

When I get my hands dirty, nigga

You wanna squab with the nina

Comin up, wanna gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch

Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's

Jealous niggas be wantin to gat me because they can't rise

I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit

I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch

Cause a nigga ain't soft

I fuck around and break every nigga 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 shit 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 nigga done

Chorus 1/2

187 erupt, another motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin East Bay gangster murder master!

I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin me around

Fuckin off my indo high

Pigs don't notice shit, 1-87 is the nigga you're fuckin with

When I was young I used to get my gun

Fuck 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 fucked 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 motherfucker sent off to the morgue

Chorus 3/4

Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin G's in nine-tre

My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin Extra Large

187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre

You know what I'm sayin?

E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I'm sayin?

Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit