Dumpin' Em In Ditches Lyrics - Spice 1

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 

Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game 

When I get my hands dirty, nigga 

You want to squab with the nina 

Comin' up, want to 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' 

Seven 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] 

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 want to 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 one hundred and eighty seven thousand 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] 

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