to god, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like
doom has awaited, all your mercy's forsaken time to die Gotta kill them all, every nigga fin to fall when I kill them all Found them up in bombs, ywith
worse, I'ma get down and dirty Though the Ouija can't curse me, NWA Eazy E, that's the nigga that birthed me, hey Thug style motherfucker, live forget
{Spliff Star} I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life That's how Spliff's living
Pan, like Sly, take a Stand and go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban [Dove] I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, (??) (??) Dirty
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm a photographers dream Counting cream as my chain swing Mack 11 for the things that the days bring I'm after chedder deadin money
we live Radios' scared to Play us Life styles like this Industry Fools can't Fade us The life styles that we live So Fuck off All you Haters Some things
same broad different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threat dude that's on the same flight The highlight's that I live a high ass
, making war and doing evil World leaders, deceivers, building bomb and gun, doing evil World leaders, deceivers, making war among the people World leaders, deceivers, building bomb
of Rage + (Snoop)] Holy mackeral Batman! I think these clowns need to back down Let's be the Gap Band and drop the bomb on 'em and make 'em SCAT man (
isn't going well Well, first off [Verse 1:] My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respect Brain damage, therapy's the only thing
struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty
I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs
photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron [Verse Two: U-God] United Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb
interlude*] watch ya step kid [8X] [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X] [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first
flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things
come to worse, I'ma get down and dirty Though the Ouija can't curse me, NWA Eazy E, that's the nigga that birthed me, hey Thug style motherfucker, live
