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mobb deep - dirt lyrics

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count it how it is or count it to the back
to rap was prison, our sh-t will be the super-max
no sunshine just dark skies, nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind
i got bad blood, mad love, only part of team know
one of us is the shutter now where the beef go
i ain’t see none of these n-gg-s and we’re out here
wanna be celebrity dogs, a lot of mouth yeah
ooh my god we cannot be f-ck with
real sh-t you get a life all in a public, under the microscope they all watching us
we had no choose but to keep it trill, they chiding us
and if they wasn’t god always pay attention, don’t
i couldn’t live with myself, being pony, looking like life is a game
and i guess will be with it
cuz this life that i made boy i set with ambition

did they wanna do it what the voices pull me
on my air drums sudden then i knew i’ll shut him
got me rallying with the retching like sh-t is legal
looking for a victim put him in the feeding
f-ck is going on? when did i know all is on
the sh-t not really popping, i’m looking for a war
looking out my window pointing sh-t like police
don’t take ‘zipping on some’
sick, got me buzzing, i’m already bugging, know what …
that i drink the bottle and have to go
f-cking on my mind, i feel like by a pola’looking on the both shoulders
i woke up with blood on my hands
f-ck, i knew this time, now my n-gg-s scared
i probably get the f-cking test
grab my f-cking gun, a few clothes and i’m out of here
what’s going with your bone
hey yo b better f-cking with the bb
got me ready to splash so tell ’em be easy for me
i give ’em shanks in the system bones
i got scars n-gg-, i lay b-lls, lay bros, lay lows
rest a n-gg- like small, son you got d-mn mic
i f-ck have that mind, i f-ck banz, i live on tour
i raise e against sh-t, my gun got bling on it
move like the mix thing got caught ‘be like a king for it
breas not as your joke, get back to your wh-r-
get back to my statement today, i’m quick on the drum
c-ck it, my name is swallow on street get back
i’m making b-tch shower before she smile and see
allow me, fresh banging be on side and get
and burn sh-t til the back on christopher leagues
f-ck ’em for reas i’m stick up all that dirty bag
that’s how who alarm the sh-t
don’t turn it up blasting



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