Artist: Spice 1
Album: 187 He Wrote
Song: Dumpin' Em In Ditches
Ratta to the motherf**in tat is how I stomp this
Much love for n***as that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked n***a 2 like Pac
I do a 1-8-7 with this motherf**in Glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his a** at the party, n***a
Crazy as f**, I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherf**in Uzi, b**h
A OG n***a, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
And get this n***a while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nuts hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherf**in gat sang
A bloody Glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my sh** on co*k cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the n***a who's slippin
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these n***as scream like b**hes
I break em off somethin proper
And dump they a** in ditches
Chorus:
1-8-7, dump the n***as up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b**hes
1-87, dump the n***as up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b**hes
1-87, dump the n***as up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b**hes
1-87, dump the n***as up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b**hes
Engrave my name on the motherf**in hollow tip
A autograph from the n***a, k**er, lunatic
13 for the birdy, f**in him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, n***a
You wanna squab with the nina
Comin up, wanna gat you with this trigger happy finger, b**h
Still whoopin a n***a a** with some St. Ide's
Jealous n***as be wantin to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my sh** wherever I want to sell my sh**
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little b**h
Cause a n***a ain't soft
I f** around and break every n***a 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** about that 5.0
They must of seen me k** that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money cause a n***a done
Chorus 1/2
187 erupt, another motherf**in walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his a** because it's all good
And now the boys in blue wanna come after
The motherf**in East Bay gangster murder master!
I'mma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin me around
f**in off my indo high
Pigs don't notice sh**, 1-87 is the n***a you're f**in with
When I was young I used to get my gun
f** with the G.T.A and bust at they a** for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm f**ed 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**er sent off to the morgue
Chorus 3/4
Yeah n***a, straight motherf**in G's in nine-tre
My n***a G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherf**in Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherf**ers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin?
E-A-SKI, CM motherf**in' T, you know what I'm sayin?
n***as straight doin it, gangsta sh**