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Bukshot

Down in tha Dirty [Sliced and Slowed]

2005

me nasty 
Lower the smoke when I see the G's creepin' past me 
Duckin' a notch 
Bustin Dutches apart 
Love pussy wit pretty lips 
When you fuck it

life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty

All y'all stay trippin'
Road rage car flippin'
Monday nights and I'm lit
Tahitian drink in my liq
SunnyD wit no sunshine
Tan lines by the pool side

just the master piece
I won't be defeated by the voice that sits inside of me
Please
Kids
Don't fucking idle me
Where'd you get the recipe
Well CMC

they too busy wit the media tryna perfect they rep
All the masses work for masters
Screamin till the avalanche
My master plans canceling black and white

starting to think these niggas gay and sweet, just like some icing
Bitch, I keep that ARP, I spray that bitch, fuck up my hand
We had yo potna rolling down

This lovely masochist
Insist on splitting wrist
Seduced by black hips
When you address its yes mistress
Pain is what I adore
Murder then drain blood down

trying not to sin but these niggas forcing my hand

Talking bout they doing this and that and did this to my man
I want to see if he say the same thing but

seen you stumble into Nico's
I put the labby down, tucked the nickel
Then I Tito
Nine and oh in the hood, these hands is Debo
It's BLACK

First off I

leave that alone
Don't take it wrong and always been strong
Play my song when I'm coming home
Y'all be throwing them gang signs
I be weaving these hand

my lips
When I subconsciously knew that I shouldn't
It's black
What's in my mouth
I can't focus everything is still blurry
Where am I
Why am I turned

Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did

of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did ya' forget where yo'

I'm finna show em right 
In tha back of tha building 
Wit glocks N dirty mikes 
Baby you can't spend tha night 
I prolly fucked up her diet 
Cause

to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by

favors by sum killers
I Gave plays to the dealers
Made bananas out this monkey business raised a few gorillas
Black hand stick together it don’t matter if

the arm and the shoulder
Rather not be known
Won't see a doctor to diagnose
Blows dirty
Like a rusty trombone
But i put it in my bars and i'll place it in

[Verse]

Over the mountains I wander
Down to find the fountains surrounded by water
Over the peaks tall, down by the yonder
Found the pounds

Verse: 1

You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

hittin
Gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
Leapin tall buildings in a single bounce
Still I see them lights
Hear me this if I go I better go in style
But in

off the frying pan
Ya frying man
Off the charts
Fuck up a diagram diaphragm
No torso ripped limbs
Left in the crossroads
Strong arsenal
Black market

and they black
Woke up and I got a new tat
Fuck it up and you might just get slapped
I just- I just want 40 xans by my right side (40 XANS) (RIGHT SIDE)
Said

Fly

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

at gettin' chicks
It's why Nike is good at sellin' kicks
It's why Disney is loved by all the kids
Why McDonald's owners are super rich, we too blinded

With this hand-ting I'm a handy man
Break down boxes, Jackie Chan
No black belt, black blade in hand

Most drills that I did weren't planned
Add 3 K's