Dirty Bay

Verse one: 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 40 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 350 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: spice-1

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

I might have to use my ak

(repeat 2x, vary 3rd = that ak, repeat)

Verse two: spice-1

I back for these keys, if they ain't have me what they got (break yoself nigga)

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

Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz

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

Niggaz seein signs of overkill, yeah you did

But niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin head

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

Niggaz can't fuck with these motherfuckin nightmares

Sellin keys and a half, some niggaz filled with slugs

And all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin ditches dug

I bury paul, cuz i'm the pallbearer

Get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area

Chorus

Verse three: spice-1

I'm sick up in this game

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

Leavin niggaz body parts collapsin

From the tech cuz i collect another killin

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

Bumpin up old school ep shit get off my ballzac

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 niggaz, 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: repeat 3x