Get Dirty

歌詞

(Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze) What up Doap? We here now fuckin onion heads Fuckin smash your grandma with a vase I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps man I'm tryna to talk shit like you Doap A-O-T-P Lost Cauze and Doap Nix I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin soon as this shit drop? We gon' try it like this (Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze) Let's get dirty like a thug hammer that bust Like the sand in the dust Like raw blood on animal tusks Niggas think its sweet til the stranded and slumped Real niggas don't fold I never ran with no chumps They demanded from us then we need to check that And bring hell to any mutha fucka who don't respect that The hands is vicious Right cross connect at try me and my fam And you stand where ya left at West P. to the death where I rep at Youngins is bangin and sellin crack Where you rest at its a def trap But its how we survive Never take my kindness for weakness thats highly unwise I show love to people that took advantage Look me in my face and lie now you gotta face the hammer Its dead in ya face I put him dead in his place Leave you dead in disgrace Cause when put out his face Talk shit best believe you won't repeat that It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze Sour Diesel Where the weed at Hook X2 Reef (Doap) Let's get Dirty niggas (From the blocks to the stage) Let's get dirty niggas (From the glocks to the guage) Let's get dirty niggas (From the corners that pitch) (To the kids out the burbs lovin' life cause they rich) (Verse 2: Demoz) Keep a nine on you and watch niggas That learn off you keep your mind open Cause mutha fuckas'll turn on you Its funny how I put my word together I burn the track like NASCAR Thats how I earn my cheddar You earn plaques offa simple raps Look I can't go commercial I done been thru scraps Try to turn on me never see me talkin to rats If its my turn to burn I think a coffin is whack putta urn on me Keep my name outta your mouth If ya mans a bitch Keep his game outta my house Cause I'll turn on him Look my flow been past due never I'm so ready nigga ask whoever And my hoods shady Steel bars couldn't save me Born crazy I was torn as a baby My pop left me so my Post box empty Box lefty right hand glock empty Do not tempt me Hook X2 (Verse 3: Doap Nixon) BLOCKAH hit em up give it up And everything in the crib we bouta split it up The bread is over for the glarin' and spittin' The hood needs me niggas bout to handle they business And the streets want Nixon to break jaws For the change, I'ma give 'em more bars then the state charge And I'll still smack niggas for eight bars Got vets in the game tellin me its bout time that I take charge So suck it up or see the butt of the ratchet Helly Hansen Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket I'm a made man and I'm not from SP But I'll still drag ya ass 50 miles on a jet-ski Nick name Nicko Pesci, been around killas Spendin days gettin pickled off wet-leaves So show love or show your pistol You went out like puss' So I'ma cock it back and then kiss you And Reef knows right where to put you Somewhere out in South Phill Whats ill is ain't nobody gon' miss you Yo, its QD adn AOTP Add D O A P and Reef and nigga that spells beef