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Doin' Dirt Bad

Mobb shit, biatch, biatch, biatch

This shit ain't went no where, trademark

You understand me?

It's like when a mutha fucka

Do his dirt it don't be no ordinary dirt

You understand me?

A nigga do dirt bad

Check it out

I took a, I took a whole thang of ice cream, a kilogram of birdie

A unit, put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin' it or abusin' it

Like a mutha fucka would supposed to when there's a shortage on

Sumpthin', on sumpthin', that way I could get 'em off like hot cakes

An you know there's plenty more where that comes from

You see I know this one storage place that this one particular, ball

Sneekin' an keepin' his job for you tardy unaware troopers

Now, hoppin' in the game true an ass fakers, biatch, biatch

Got it means power, yola, yola, ice cream candy, man, that shit

Be comin' in handy but anyway, dude, hella bootsy an' he was

Just askin' to get robbed, that's why me an my side went ahead

An' pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs on his 'ol, move, the show room

Show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his, put two on the ten

All protected an tryin' to impress the bitch, don't you know I'm all off

Pullin' licks on busta brown ass zarks like you

Scopin' an casin' 2-11's an' holdin' pacience

I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day, lieutenants get the kicks

Backwoods of the yay, soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep

Six or seven g's everytime I beep, hit the streets fo the game plot fo'

The bank, fuck wit a boss, 'cause a pimp got range, make yo body

Stank, leave you lost in the woods, a nigga from the hood, up to no

Damn good, we ride Fleetwood, get 'em dummied out, walk a clerk to

The safe, an get the money out, I'm on a money route an' all cash

I count, a nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game

187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad

457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt

B-Legit from what I understand, his bark was stronger than his bite

Biatch, nigga was sellin' mo woof tickets than a sold out Lennox Lewis

An' Evander Holyfield fight, shit, we ain't no strong or soft niggaz

We savage damn it, like who? Like the crocodile hunter

That crazy ass mutha fucka named Steve, who caught me doin' dirt

'Cause I'm dirt cheap, an I like to do most of my dirt

When most of y'all be asleep, down an dirty, 'specialy when

I'm doin' dirt bad, pull a kick doe, run up in yo baby mama's pad

I been it down from day uno, baby bottle full of pruno, knew I was

The shit named B-Legit, had a thang fo bakin' soda, an high info

Couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue, I'm on a telephone

My communicator on the track wit the team, gettin' hella paper

Fuck a playa hata, need chiefs to win an' me, I be the B-Soft gin

'Cause I'm the man wit it, got the taste of blood, so dirty when I'm wet

That I turn to mud, I smoke purple bud an' make a hit hurt bad

Ain't no tellin' when a nigga doin' dirt bad

40, 50, 45, 4 7 0, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad

457, 6 4 7 11's, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch

We doin' dirt bad, me an Charlie Hustle, niggaz push up on us

'Cause now we got the muscle, got they yay sold up an' you gonna

Have to see us, either that or get hit, wit the millimeters

Keep my burners on, ain't no peace out here

A good place to leave yo whole fuckin' career

So keep yo game near

An don't cross game

Until the list have your own fuckin' name

Them badgers, them bitches, them batches, the got my faulty tapped

But the po-po's hate it 'cause I be talkin' in code, street slang so they Can't interpretate it, an' the only way that they gonna be able

To interpretate it is if they go out an' get a reliable source, which is

A snitch, a fuckin' activator, one that gives a very important evaluation to

The vice 'round here, 'round here, turns in they mama for the right price

Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass, bitch-made niggaz

Workin' for them, it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad, biatch

187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad

457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch

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