Verse one: spice-1
Born to die but hard to k**, a buh-buh-ballin a** timer
Blow a hole up in your chest like the f**in 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**in with a k**a, your potnahs tried to tell you
But you didn't listen, now your whole chest missin in action
Cause i'm kidnappin motherf**er's souls
Leavin holes in they bodies when they go
I pops out the motherf**in chevy 350 ragtop
Still bustin down the f**in block, the k**in don't stop
We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna
It's like you f**in with the man-a, tony montana
We sent some k**as, to murda all the ones you love
Chainsaw your motherf**in a** up in the bathtub
Another murda, another f**ed up day
Some more drama, f**ed 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 n***a)
I'm dealin these motherf**ers on top, sieze on the spot
Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk a** n***az
And when they roll up and get out they ride
I'ma get out, you stay inside
And if you happen to see some k**in n***a 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** up in it
n***az seein signs of overk**, yeah you did
But n***az still kicked him in his motherf**in head
But a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air
n***az can't f** with these motherf**in nightmares
Sellin keys and a half, some n***az filled with slugs
And all the bodies drug, all the motherf**in 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**in shorts, of course, i'm cappin
Leavin n***az body parts collapsin
From the tech cuz i collect another k**in
When i ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin
Bumpin up old school ep sh** 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 n***az, use em for pencils
See can't be flossin this sh** to make yourself look harder
It's like, throwin some bloody meat up in the water
n***a, then you will never yourself a nice day
Cause these shark a** n***as'll gobble your a** up in the dirty bay
Chorus: repeat 3x