Dirty Bay Lyrics - Spice 1

Born to die but hard to kill a buh buh ballin' ass timer 

Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin' Una Bomber 

Your arms still bleedin' fifty feet from your body 

Your forty ounce threw way back to the other side of the party 

You was fuckin' with a killa your potnahs tried to tell you 

But you didn't listen now your whole chest missin' in action 

Cause I'm kidnappin motherfucker's souls 

Leavin' holes in they bodies when they go 

I pops out the motherfuckin' Chevy three fifty ragtop 

Still bustin' down the fuckin' block, the killin' don't stop 

We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna 

It's like you fuckin' with the man-a, Tony Montana 

We sent some killas, to murda all the ones you love 

Chainsaw your motherfuckin' ass up in the bathtub 

Another murda, another fucked up day 

Some more drama, fucked in the Dirty Bay 

[Chorus] 

Sittin' on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin' for my yea) 

I might have to use my AK 

Sittin' on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin' for my yea) 

I might have to use my AK 

I might have to use my AK 

I back for these keys, 

If they ain't have me what they got (break yourself nigga) 

I'm dealin' these motherfuckers on top, seize on the spot 

Waitin' another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggas 

And when they roll up and get out they ride 

I'ma get out, you stay inside 

And if you happen to see some killin' nigga don't go into shock 

Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks 

Cause livin' up in the bay we gone have a split up in it 

And your memory and corpse with shit up in it 

Niggas seein' signs of overkill, yeah you did 

But niggas still kicked him in his motherfuckin' head 

But a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air 

Niggas can't fuck with these motherfuckin' nightmares 

Sellin' keys and a half, some niggas filled with slugs 

And all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin' ditches dug 

I bury Paul, 'cause I'm the pallbearer 

Get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area 

[Chorus] 

I'm sick up in this game 

I take no motherfuckin' shorts, of course, I'm cappin' 

Leavin' niggas body parts collapsin' 

From the tech 'cause I collect another killin' 

When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin 

Bumpin' up old school ep shit get off my ball sack 

Sippin on that Hennesey me and my G is to' back 

See we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump 

But we'll bring it to you and murda if you want some 

Rollin up in caddies and dumpin' out tinted windows 

Put so much lead up in niggas, use 'em for pencils 

See can't be flossin' this shit to make yourself look harder 

It's like, throwin' some bloody meat up in the water 

Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day 

Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass up in the Dirty Bay 

[Chorus: x3]