Spice 1

Spice 1 - Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics

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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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Real Talk Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: 187 He Wrote (1993)

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