m Dirty dirty, rough and raw Kept it real with my people Never fucked with yall Say fuck the law Fuck the brauds Live my life to the fullest And I did it because Dirty dirty
sound we be throwin' down This goes out to you playa You know, you know who you are Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when
on the streets Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg Martin You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job dirty Donna Karan New York call
gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ? feels? to know about, What we call gangsta rap But this is
alone, glowin', rap crews oblivious all outta they zone, and i was told to treat em cold, a blow, ever keepin' flow, theres no reason to tell a leader, go, this
' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights
the world go 'round 45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto Like b.b. king blow the blues, Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape this
think the lord is testin' me Whatzup y'all, hello world, this c-murder I'm bout to put you in the mind of a crazy Fucked up in the head muthafucka (this
is life so damn I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop niggaz want static, automaticly the clip pops born into this life with no escape
they bump. (Know that.) [Bridge] Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance- popcorn, popcorn... Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance- capture the damage. (Yo, this
it the same? The money, the women, the cars, the rings A real rap cat can always make bail You might escape you jail but you wont escape hell Wit that
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe I take it all, still be the last to escape Kick
t'escape, it's not an option Got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money Determined
Drugs and honeys, My hugs are funny And thugs blow slugs for the money Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights Walkin' down new, you betta think twice This
leaving this lit door Still afraid you won't break my fall Placing my hands over my eyes Won't see through this disguse Still wearing on my face Need to escape this
, for my bank Stick and move, show improve, ghetto jew, think I ain't Have the grip, pockets fit, dirty stained mattress man Chopping up llelo, top of the dirty
Intro: beretta 9 & killa sin Yo. smell that gun powder in the air? Yo. I smell it, kid. Shit is like this everyday when I wake up. We do this shit all
okay to check into that motel 6. $59.95 not a cent more for that dirty ass hoe. yeah stop by the convenience store and pick up them rubbers, magnum i hope This
