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[Verse 1: Sir Mike G]
Here comes the life seeka, chrome that's gon get yo a**
90 percent of n***as die
Victim of the bullet head
Cold-hearted, young k**as, n***as on that f**in' blow
Best be comin' equipped with a gauge, drop and hit to da f**in' floor
Robbin' is the game
Watch em' hang, we caught 'em slippin'
We buck em' down, bullets to chest, like Scottie Pippen
A n***a wit no love
Shoot you in da skull
From da blast of Willett thugz
Pimpin' in this '96, all of us are born to die
Smokin' on some blunts mixed wit powda, n***as stay so high
Got the 380's, sellin' coke, big nutz
Bustaz can not f** with this, make them hoes bite the dust
Helicoptas after me
Pigs have no sympathy
If they catch me, I'm headin' straight to the penitentiary
Wanted for a murda, 187 I'm poppin' b**hes
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches..
[Hook]
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
[Verse 2: The Willett Klick] (specific rapper unknown)
Woke up in the late at night, toss n turnin' in my sleep
Thinking bout them b**hes, mayne, If I'm caught, they after me
So I get my 9, cuz I might try to do a hit
Full of d**, on the flow, this point I don't need no friends
By myself
Thinkin' d**h, them b**hes they gonna die
And 3 other silly s**as, I'ma take they f**in' life
They the ones, caught 'em slippin' walkin' from the corner store
We handled business, co*ked the Glock, time to do it, hoe
We bucked on the fool with the glizz Glock pointed to his head
I looked him dead in his eyes, the kid knew that he was dead
One gone, two to go
I gotta find that other hoe
There's gonna be more bodies in the ditch, b**h I thought you know!
[Hook]
Dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
[Verse 3: Sir Mike G]
Network TV folks, Feds all up on my nuts
Constantly showin' police file tapes of me k**in' folks
Servin' them, mentally, a** on the front page
When I cold finish them, I'll load up like Johnny Cage
Drop you like a body slam
Scrappin' tough like Bam Bam
A-S-A-P- mothaf**as gonna see me
Glock tight
Take yo life
Another victim's in my sight
Movin' like a ninja, dressed in black, with a deadly frown
Tip-toe all you bustas with the quickness to put yo a** down
Mind of a psychopathic, cold-hearted k**a
Born with the yalk, so I'm quick to pull the trigga
I hope you don't think that I'ma motherf**in' jokin'!
This goes out to you heavy b**hes that be scopin'
First one, I shoot you in yo motherf**in' head
Then check yo pockets layin' on the ground as you bled
Number two, you ain't gonna know what to do!
When the mask catch yo a**
n***a drop it off yo a**!
Fool number three, I rob you for yo motherf**in' riches..
Sir Mike G, dumpin' bodies up in ditches...
[Outro- Hook]
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' n***as, dumpin' n***as up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Yalk, yalk slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!