God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it?s a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita /minds
we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em And blow 'em dirty
cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan My specialty is poetically, lyrically Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty
with you And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you And gave me the money, 'cause I just lost my mind When he crossed the line, spit this
I'm ghetto far Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don'
rain Let it rain on me It isn't easy to be kind (It isn't easy to be kind) With all these demons in my mind (With all these demons in my mind) I only
in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my mind
back up Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting
to eat Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face (swartzaniggaz): Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise 'cause I get dirty, shoot up shit
you reepin' [lynch] I remain real like my cousin e-mil Packin steel It's the southside whorida Can't fuck wit these othasidas Eastside, westside This situation is dirty
, don't be thugging with me And if you ain't slip-n-slide, don't be thugging with me Niggaz' like us we off glass hope ya heard me, boy My dogs deal dirty
the streets, n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip (East coast) Bustaclip, bustaclip (West coast) Bustaclip, bustaclip (Midwest) Bustaclip, bustaclip (To the dirty, dirty
I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin' up Old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head In the back of my mind
just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin' time
I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em') [Magic] Look, they got me locked up in O-Z Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't know me Ya cross me, ya better
m a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise And I'm a reek havoc Little man with a big pen I got dirty habits
' report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind
worst way Nigga, put it on my birth 'til my hurse lay, right Nigga, know about Illuminati and they new world order Nigga, Mo Thug finest runnin' through the mind