Lyrics:
toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin'
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen virgin
I like it make me realize my vices
Enticin', flower bombin' all
Pun and Fat Joe, they twins
Pull it out, get to mumbling like Sims
And I don't need twenty niggas to defense
Dirty
Get low
Huh? Get low
Uh, uh
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
It seems like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they runnin' (runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that's how we bummin'
Pulled up with
got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
Crossroads, and as the rain came
Pouring down, I was hungry, tired
Freezin', caught myself a chill, but
It
the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold
Anytime you come from out the trenches
You get it, you go and get paid
Had to go out and take it and stood in
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
less unit's (c'mon)
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down joe Budden, Busta
sent
Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent
Hundred thou' inside of my Amiris
Dirty money spent on Prada I ain't proud of
Clean lean make a dirty
gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back
We back i ain't playin
I said i don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli
I ain't trynna chase a bitch
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
Money Showers
Dirty Nigga
I like Money Showers
(I got)
Mad BItches aint one Dirty
Naw nigga this aint Magic
Left hand just whip it Nigga
Yea nigga like
I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it
the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
on poppin, man
They out of this world
A hundred bricks I'm flippin
Make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens I get, it make me want more
I'm cookin up
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
story)
The bando named a new spot (bando)
Where them boys from? They ain't from the Hot (nawf)
Hotlanta (hot, hah)
Dirty mango Fanta (mud, hah)
Swept
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
car seats in the back, see who I do it for
I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Its return of the rapper but I ain't on shrink
My lyrics on Fat Joe, its
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
Good news for beautiful people
Watching the world go by
Make love in the middle of a warzone
Hey, ya never gonna die
Don't rock the boat, keep
I might cop
A big 24
Spike it dirty
Like the average joe
That shit faygo
Azul blue
Wit a real kick
Like bitch
Who are you
Where the time go
You were
Mr. Potato head
You gonna make me kill this nigga
You claimin' yo flow is sick?
Your mind is illa, illa
Catch me in that dirty, dirty
Feed up in that
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