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e 40 - doin' dirt bad lyrics

mobb sh-t, b–tch, b–tch, b–tch
this sh-t ain’t went no where, trademark
you understand me?
it’s like when a m-th- f-cka
do his dirt it don’t be no ordinary dirt
you understand me?
a n-gg- 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 m-th- f-cka 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 -ss fakers, b–tch, b–tch

got it means power, yola, yola, ice cream candy, man, that sh-t
be comin’ in handy but anyway, dude, h-lla 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 b-tch, don’t you know i’m all off
pullin’ licks on busta brown -ss 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, f-ck wit a boss, ’cause a pimp got range, make yo body
stank, leave you lost in the woods, a n-gg- from the hood, up to no
d-mn 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 n-gg- deep in this m-th- f-ckin’ 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, n-gg-z doin’ dirt bad
we doin’ dirt, we doin’ dirt bad, we doin’ dirt, n-gg-z 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
b–tch, n-gg- was sellin’ mo woof tickets than a sold out lennox lewis
an’ evander holyfield fight, sh-t, we ain’t no strong or soft n-gg-z
we savage d-mn it, like who? like the crocodile hunter
that crazy -ss m-th- f-cka 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 sh-t 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’ h-lla paper
f-ck 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 n-gg- 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, n-gg-z doin’ dirt bad
we doin’ dirt, we doin’ dirt bad, we doin’ dirt, n-gg-z doin’ dirt bad
we doin’ dirt, we doin’ dirt bad, n-gg-z doin’ dirt, we doin’ dirt bad, b–tch

we doin’ dirt bad, me an charlie hustle, n-gg-z 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 f-ckin’ career
so keep yo game near
an don’t cross game
until the list have your own f-ckin’ name

them badgers, them b-tches, 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 f-ckin’ 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 -ss, b-tch-made n-gg-z
workin’ for them, it’s hoes like you that got us doin’ dirt bad, b–tch

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