Lyrics:
killing niggas on steady
The government eating up the welfare
Nothing wey you fit tell me
We used to this shit already
Riding dirty word to Chamillionaire
the curtains
Ready to burn this mother fucker right down to the surface
Politicians on a string the pictures bigger then you think the game is played with a pen
Verse 1
I can't be the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Why is my spirit cursed and lonely
Sad scenes flicker by like a movie
You were a Nazi hunter. I was a cockney punter. We used to meet on some rainy English street, You'd be looking sharp I'd be in a dirty old jumper.
Styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty seringe, I murder 'em again
97 serving them sins
Uh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent
i'm supposing my grip slipped and now
it's nine minutes after nine and i'm a nervous wreck in line
to buy a book to look at the pictures because i can't
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
invisible
Even standing side by side
Before the world had its picture taken
We could hide
Remember when you didn't have any access
You only knew what you
a record deal
I don't care about the fame, I just need me these paper bills
The way we do these man dirty, this ain't no regular drill
I need a yard in
There's a picture that I found
My first car in the falling snow
Seems like yesterday I drove down into low tide
And Isaac snapped a Polaroid of me
vibes
Okay I'm from the dirty, need to be sanitized
Product of ghetto teaching this ain't that class at DeVry
Moving that cocaina they call it that
My boy J-Zone (Hog) been independent pimpin'
Backstage backslappin bitches
So this dirty stank groupie ain't on the crew list (What?)
Alien vs.
When I step up on the scene this is how they picture me
Light skin nigga, oh he about to sing
Since I'm oh so fresh so clean, up in a box they placing
bars go over heads like Michelangelo painting a ceiling
Life's like a motion picture, we're blinded by Smoke 'n' Mirrors
And lies that were told
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
they doctors
She picked up my package, like UPS
Thinkin' dirty thoughts in a wedding dress
See girls wear panties and hoes use strings
And some use
doesn't govern impulse
Devotion doesn't govern impulse
Why do I feel so disgusting?
You send dirty pictures and you
Tell him you love him
Suppose you don't
with Supreme court judges
Autograph pictures for families saying
They love us next time they see us we're
Buried under the covers
Hell in the back they
We ain't all the picture perfect Normal Rockwell paintin'
The brush ain't always paintin' us the same as
The picket fences that you probably think
this fast
I give it all to get a call with you cash
Hangin' your pictures on the wall with the pad
I caught a glimpse and just the thought of you, sad
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