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Born to die but hard to kill, the b-b-ballin' ass timer
Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin' Uni Bomber
With your arms still bleedin' fifty feet from your body
Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the partyYou was fuckin' with a killa, your patnahs 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 goI 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 MontanaWe 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 BaySittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AKSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay

Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use my AKI [Incomprehensible]for these keys, if they ain't handin' me what they got
I'm dealin' these motherfuckers on top, seize on the spot
Waitin' another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz
An' when they roll up an' get out they ride
I'ma get out, you stay insideAn' 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 gon' have a split up in it
An' your memory an' corpse with shit up in itNiggaz seein' signs of overkill, yeah, you did
But niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin' head
Did a couple of donuts, busted my choppa in the air
Niggaz can't fuck with these motherfuckin' nightmaresSellin' keys an' a half, some niggaz filled with slugs
An' all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin' ditches dug
I bury Paul 'cause I'm the pallbearer
Get your dome clapped in the Dirty Bay areaSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I bet I have to use that AKSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AKI'm sick up in this game, I take no motherfuckin' shorts
Of course I'm cappin', leavin' niggaz body parts collapsin'
From the tech 'cause I collect another killin'
When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin'Bumpin' up old school EP, MB shit, get off my bozac
Sippin' on that Hennessey, me an' my G is to' back
See, we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump
But it'll bring it to you, the murderin' if you want someRollin' up in caddies an' 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 waterNigga, then you will never yourself a nice day
'Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass
Up in the Dirty BaySittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AKSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AKSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I might have to use that AKSittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I think I'll have to use that AK
Sittin' on the dock of the Dirty Bay
Waitin' for my yea, I'ma use that fuckin' AK

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Too $hort discovered rapper Spice 1 (Robert L. Green, Jr.) who'd been born in Texas before moving to California. His self-titled debut (Spice 1) was as vivid and fatalistic a gangsta album as possible, and his hard-edged, angry, and pessimistic rapping style and tone only added to the despair emanating from the disc. He followed it with an even more bitter and nihilistic release, 187 He Wrote in 1993, complete with simulated gunfire.

Read more about Spice 1 on Last.fm.


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