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Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street

Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat

Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro

Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie BoboNot stressin' five-o, hot hand in celo

Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough

Homicide central, East New York

Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalkWalk, like a ninja, on the asphalt

Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk

And there's more hard times, than on good times

And most niggaz dedicate their life to crimeSo I'm steady schemin', won't work for a dime

Used to get, tax free loot, all the time

Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, becauseBefore trains were Graffiti proof I used to get loose

Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce

Dirty, because of the skin I'm in

The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felonEven though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin'

But I'm not chain-snatchin', or drug-sellin'

According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham

Scoundrel opposite of the king that I amBut wanna get funny, we can get bummy

Take you to the East and back again money

Filthy purified trick, step past your sister

Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be historyMortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R and B

Nasty MC deity

Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal

Gland, as I expand, you know who I amFather of all stylin', I be whylin' on wax

We hack shit up like big ax and little ax

Don't need tokes to make you jump like Bungee

Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungyWhen I come through I clog up your sewer

Peep the maneuver, drop the ill manure

So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter

No matter what you do, you can't get through theCrud that comes out of your system

You're another victim, of dirty rotten

Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do

But pay homage to

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