Lyrics:
Do my old friends think about me, cuz I think about them
Wonder how they rolin, But apart we growin
cnd I wanna reach out, But I dirty my tee
cnd i
stopping me
There ain't nothing I can't do, that's what I believe
You should know by now that I'll always achieve
I made my first million, only 21 years old
ain't no capping
And your shorty good at giving me the top, ain't no capping
Mixing new money with the old bands
I been through a lot, I'm like an old man
floor (how much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more,
a rain dance
Feel like dame dash after the plane crash
Or when dirty harry killed a gang with the same mag, i can't decide
My brain compares wine
after the 9 someone handle my phone
Buts it's too late dirty harry how I handle the chrome
Put a hollow in a high hat how I dismantle a song
Out in Miami
you light
Webster Macaulay Culkin man I stay with the mic
In my prime I’m starting to rock I’m chuck Barry
Agents me do you feel lucky I’m dirty harry
committed
Never slacking with it, Mask off I'm Jim Carrying
Aim still straighter than a shot from Shawn Marion
Punk pushed his luck, give a fuck, Dirty Harry
traumatized. Granny left too she was apart of me so much death really made a killa up out of me. Uncle was a solider papa was a gangster both was Dirty Harry
no, no, no, you crying little bitch
That can never be me, you a certified bitch, yeah
You can call me Dirty Harry, I'm the next hitman
With my 357,
me feel so small
Til this day I couldn't fathom why that situation stuck with me
I guess he didn't know that dirty 10 year old looked up to him
But If
Don't fuck a man when I pass by
I'm pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
I p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out
I'm bigger than your dads house
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
but I'm not a cherry
I don't need a gym it's ok cuz I carry
My clothes are clean but I'm dirty as Harry
I can show u how to stunt
Top down in the wraith
temporary
Bitch I do not know any Dirty Harry
Take you Paris girl we might get married
This a new ship but it's an old ferry
Bitch I know I'm scary your just
right off the swipes down in SoHo
Gangstas don't talk to the cops that's a no no
I'll do a nigga dirty like harry with the 44
Yeah I'm on my grind again
with fluid shit
How I see ya
Cuz I’m up at the top
Ate sides but they want me to stop
Dirty Money
While I’m subbing Harry
a metaphor
How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my
Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian
I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like
They lived together in a dirty old shack
At the edge of the black rocky mountain
And they drank mountain dew and they lived on the food
That they
Skengman
Car weh him drive, Jah man, are Mustang
Move it-a, Demus-a, tell 'em-a
Country woman
Nah left your dirty clothes in
A your wash pan comin' in a di
than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
From the tech 'cause I collect another killin'
When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin
Bumpin' up old school ep shit get off my ball sack
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