Sir Mike G - Bodies N Ditches lyrics

[Uncertain Lyrics] [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!