The smell of sweat the smell of fear. Opened wounds and sees of tears. Bloodstained promises we just don't hear. Battle cries. Battle scars. The sound
You wanna get that? You wanna get that? You wanna get that? Then I need the money. You wanna get that? You wanna get that? You wanna get that? Then I
that you're really not scared You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare They'll kick you, then they beat you, Then they'll tell you
in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light the bonfire then call the
, ay, ay, ay listen to me And when they push you down, you got to get back up And when they push you down, you got to get back up Push the dirt off your jersey, then
, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat then
gotta run I gotta go I won't be long, girl I won't be long She said boy don't you flirt And baby please just don't get hurt And if you feel alone then
Every time I grib the mic, it's with the sole intent To rip shots an' give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of bein' on the the run
get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from
much older Wish it would've happened then (Is this the end?) Just can't let go (Is this the end?) I, just, don't, know Wish it would've happened then
-B Guns at stray cats, that was way back Watched it die, covered in flies Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being
the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya
to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt I only run with
movin' on with mine Nick, is that your wife? Well tell her to shut her mouth, then I'll leave her alone If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma
shit I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray that shit I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole In every mothafucka out this bitch I unload then
that bitch Unless she got them lips wrapped around that dick Other niggas wanna make love, fuck that I bing, bang, pound, beat down that clit Sit with it like E-40 then
