Verse One: Spice 1

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 40 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 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 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: 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 nigga)

I'm dealin these motherfuckers on top, sieze on the spot

Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz

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

Niggaz seein signs of overkill, yeah you did

but niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin head

but a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air

Niggaz can't fuck with th