us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz
mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started robbin' niggaz till he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starvin' niggaz
niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz
around I see another phony Thug haters really seem weak for the moment Bone Thug niggas never beat, we told 'em Guess they thinkin' niggaz was weak but
a real knight She got herself on protection, we all good all night She said they only wanna cut, bustas never business Sometimes she wishes but uh, maybe then they'll listen Dirty
Herron} Dir-tayyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money
Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you?d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What, these niggaz
target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz
ya ass, to fuck wit Brad I got a lesson for ya ass I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep Ya weak, '
work to be sniffin' up, then next week It's gon' be six niggaz pickin' up yo bitch-ass body No chest under your suit, that ain't cute Loud-mouth niggaz
it's about to get..) OOH! (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Me and my niggaz about to get...) SUED! (Me and my niggaz about to stop..) YOU! [Ol' Dirty
it ain't hard to find Out with nicco storm and it's on Droppin bombs like vietnam What you niggaz want? Fatal hussein all seven You niggaz better know
rubbish, free spots, and ez spots Rock like holly mzots, one of the top notches of the block And I hardly touch my pz knots, three point five Thirtys doin' dirty
way Niggaz slow down around me, I make 'em superstitious And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz
Timbo Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo' dough Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz
's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz