Spice 1 - Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics

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 nugs 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'ma 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**