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Spice 1

Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums. more »

Year:

1995

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Born to die but hard to kill a buh buh ballin' ass timer 
Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin' Una Bomber 
Your arms still bleedin' fifty feet from your body 
Your forty ounce threw way back to the other side of the party 
You was fuckin' 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 motherfucker's souls 
Leavin' holes in they bodies when they go 
I pops out the motherfuckin' Chevy three fifty 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 Montana 
We 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 Bay 

[Chorus]
Sittin' 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 AK 
I might have to use my AK 

I back for these keys, 
If they ain't have me what they got (break yourself nigga) 
I'm dealin' these motherfuckers on top, seize on the spot 
Waitin' another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggas 
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 shit up in it 
Niggas seein' signs of overkill, yeah you did 
But niggas still kicked him in his motherfuckin' head 
But a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air 
Niggas can't f*ck with these motherfuckin' nightmares 
Sellin' keys and a half, some niggas filled with slugs 
And 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 area 

[Chorus]

I'm sick up in this game 
I take no motherfuckin' shorts, of course, I'm cappin' 
Leavin' niggas 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 shit get off my ball sack 
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 niggas, 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 water 
Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day 
Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass up in the Dirty Bay 

[Chorus: x3]

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