Bodies ’N Ditches

[Verse 1: Sir Mike G]
Here comes the life seeka, chrome that's gon get yo ass
Ninety percent of niggas die, victim of the bullet lead
Cold-hearted, young killas, niggas on that fuckin' blow
Best be comin' equipped with 'a gauge, drop 'n hit to the fuckin' floor
Robbin' is the game
Watch em' hang, we caught 'em slippin'
We buck em' down, bullets to chest, like Scottie Pipen
A nigga wit' no love
Shoot you in the skull
From the blast of Willett thugs
Pimpin' in this ninety six, all of us are born to die
Smokin' on some blunts mixed wit' powder, niggas stay so high
Got the three eighty, sellin' coke, big nuts
Bustas can not fuck with this, make them hoes bite the dust
Helicopters after me, pigs have no sympathy
If they catch me I'm headin' straight to the penitentiary
Wanted for 'a murda, one eight seven, I'm poppin' bitches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches..

[Hook]
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!

[Verse 2: Lil Sixx]
Woke up in the late at night, toss'n turnin' in my sleep
Thinkin' 'bout them bitches, mayne; If I'm caught, they after me
So I get my nine, 'cause I might try to do 'a hit
Full of drugs, on the flow, this point I don't need no friends
By myself, thinkin' death; them bitches they gonna die
And three other silly suckas, I'm'a take they fuckin' life
They the one, caught 'em slippin' walkin' from the corner store
And we handled business, cocked the Glock; time to do it, hoe
We buck on the fool with the glizzock 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 the other hoe
There's gonna be more bodies in the ditch, bitch, I thought you know!

[Hook]
Dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!

[Verse 3: Sir Mike G]
Network T.V. folks, feds all up on my nuts
Constantly showin' police file tapes of me killin' folks
Servin' them, mentally, ass 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. motherfuckas 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
Tiptoe all you bustas with the quickness to put yo ass down
Mind of a psychopathic, cold-hearted killa
Born with the yalk, so I'm quick to pull the trigga
I hope you don't think that I'm'a motherfuckin' jokin'!
This goes out to you heavy bitches that be scopin'
First one, I shoot you in yo motherfuckin' head
Yeah, 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 ass
Nigga, drop it off yo ass!
Fool, number three, I rob you for yo motherfuckin' riches..
Sir Mike G, dumpin' bodies up in ditches...

[Outro- Hook]
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!

Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!

Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Dumpin' niggas, dumpin' niggas up in ditches
Bodies n ditches!
Yalk- yalk, slangin' coke, hangin' bodies in ditches!