Doin' Dirt Bad (feat. B-Legit)

Mobb shit, biatch, biatch, biatch
 This shit ain't went no where, trademark
 You understand me?
 It's like when a mutha fucka
 Do his dirt it don't be no ordinary dirt
 You understand me?
 A nigga do dirt bad
 Check it out
 I took a, I took a whole thang of ice cream, a kilogram of birdie
 A unit, put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin' it or abusin' it
 Like a mutha fucka would supposed to when there's a shortage on
 Sumpthin', on sumpthin', that way I could get 'em off like hot cakes
 An you know there's plenty more where that comes from
 You see I know this one storage place that this one particular, ball
 Sneekin' an keepin' his job for you tardy unaware troopers
 Now, hoppin' in the game true an ass fakers, biatch, biatch
 Got it means power, yola, yola, ice cream candy, man, that shit
 Be comin' in handy but anyway, dude, hella bootsy an' he was
 Just askin' to get robbed, that's why me an my side went ahead
 An' pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs on his 'ol, move, the show room
 Show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his, put two on the ten
 All protected an tryin' to impress the bitch, don't you know I'm all off
 Pullin' licks on busta brown ass zarks like you
 Scopin' an casin' 2-11's an' holdin' pacience
 I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day, lieutenants get the kicks
 Backwoods of the yay, soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep
 Six or seven g's everytime I beep, hit the streets fo the game plot fo'
 The bank, fuck wit a boss, 'cause a pimp got range, make yo body
 Stank, leave you lost in the woods, a nigga from the hood, up to no
 Damn good, we ride Fleetwood, get 'em dummied out, walk a clerk to
 The safe, an get the money out, I'm on a money route an' all cash
 I count, a nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game
 187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad
 457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt
 B-Legit from what I understand, his bark was stronger than his bite
 Biatch, nigga was sellin' mo woof tickets than a sold out Lennox Lewis
 An' Evander Holyfield fight, shit, we ain't no strong or soft niggaz
 We savage damn it, like who? Like the crocodile hunter
 That crazy ass mutha fucka named Steve, who caught me doin' dirt
 'Cause I'm dirt cheap, an I like to do most of my dirt
 When most of y'all be asleep, down an dirty, 'specialy when
 I'm doin' dirt bad, pull a kick doe, run up in yo baby mama's pad
 I been it down from day uno, baby bottle full of pruno, knew I was
 The shit named B-Legit, had a thang fo bakin' soda, an high info
 Couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue, I'm on a telephone
 My communicator on the track wit the team, gettin' hella paper
 Fuck a playa hata, need chiefs to win an' me, I be the B-Soft gin
 'Cause I'm the man wit it, got the taste of blood, so dirty when I'm wet
 That I turn to mud, I smoke purple bud an' make a hit hurt bad
 Ain't no tellin' when a nigga doin' dirt bad
 40, 50, 45, 4 7 0, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad
 457, 6 4 7 11's, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch
 We doin' dirt bad, me an Charlie Hustle, niggaz push up on us
 'Cause now we got the muscle, got they yay sold up an' you gonna
 Have to see us, either that or get hit, wit the millimeters
 Keep my burners on, ain't no peace out here
 A good place to leave yo whole fuckin' career
 So keep yo game near
 An don't cross game
 Until the list have your own fuckin' name
 Them badgers, them bitches, them batches, the got my faulty tapped
 But the po-po's hate it 'cause I be talkin' in code, street slang so they Can't interpretate it, an' the only way that they gonna be able
 To interpretate it is if they go out an' get a reliable source, which is
 A snitch, a fuckin' activator, one that gives a very important evaluation to
 The vice 'round here, 'round here, turns in they mama for the right price
 Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass, bitch-made niggaz
 Workin' for them, it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad, biatch
 187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad
 457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad
 We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch