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know I fuck whores outta habit 
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit! 
'cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back 
By a black ass dirty
the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky
i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i
tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit
meet me
Now who can fuck with me, Eminem, Bizarre and Fuzz 
The illest niggas to ever come out the Dirty Doz 
Strip your team buttnaked and fill em with hot
coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin Clarks
from, it be like, "run your coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
Fuzz, Comet, Blade, Ajax and Angelduster 
Cuttin school with Roman, hittin my first uni-wide 
Ridin the L, overlookin the handball courts 
A giant top
freeze but she keeps on suckin
Like a fat chick with a 20 piece mcnugget
Now the fuzz is buggin and handcuffin
When all of a sudden she pulls a gun
the ghetto? 

We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)

I saw a man eating celery, so I
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love
strap, mother fucking matte rat
Yolandi's the black rat in the rat pack you spitting you fat rap
We're rolling with jack black, when the rap stap
like that green stuff 

Provided to you by sack man 

Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man? 

Ridin' round Old National on 18's
trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on

Is that right?


But where you stayin at, man, what's goin' on?

Same mothafuckin'
much more to show ya
These rocks change, glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
clip that's about to explode 
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty 
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
niggas money's gettin low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack 
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack 
Everywhere we go, we go
Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy?
Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates
Name in my ear, real 'til you squeal
You no longer silent, on some
niggas..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains
Wild flowers n gravel pit towers,
Pecan-smoke 2 meat barbecue.
Shotgun shack by the roadside,
Blacktop Texas is everything it will be.
Loop road
flames, decorated in flames 

Tire tracks running down my veins 
Dirty black slacks with the chrome hearts changing 
Got a record so dope they got
my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got sixes in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh
My kush hard in my back seat with a black