Spice 1 Dirty Bay Lyrics

Dirty Bay Lyrics

Verse One: Spice-1

Born to die but hard to kill, a buh-buh-ballin as* timer
Blow a hole up in your chest like the f**kin 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 f**kin 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 motherf**ker's souls 
Leavin holes in they bodies when they go
I pops out the motherf**kin Chevy 350 ragtop
Still bustin down the f**kin block, the killin don't stop
We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna
It's like you f**kin with the man-a, Tony Montana
We sent some killas, to murda all the ones you love
Chainsaw your motherf**kin as* up in the bathtub
Another murda, another f**ked up day
Some more drama, f**ked 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 motherf**kers on top, sieze on the spot
Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk as* 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 sh*t up in it
Niggaz seein signs of overkill, yeah you did
but niggaz still kicked him in his motherf**kin head
but a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air
Niggaz can't f**k with these motherf**kin nightmares
Sellin keys and a half, some niggaz filled with slugs
and all the bodies drug, all the motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 as* niggas'll gobble your as* up in the Dirty Bay

Chorus: repeat 3X