"Dirty Bay" as written by Etienne Lavonne Clark, Otis Redding, Stephen Lee Cropper and Robert Lee Green....
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

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 fuck 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


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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"Dirty Bay" as written by Otis Redding Etienne Lavonne Clark

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