Lyrics:
after the 9 someone handle my phone
Buts it's too late dirty harry how I handle the chrome
Put a hollow in a high hat how I dismantle a song
Out in Miami
traumatized. Granny left too she was apart of me so much death really made a killa up out of me. Uncle was a solider papa was a gangster both was Dirty Harry
me feel so small
Til this day I couldn't fathom why that situation stuck with me
I guess he didn't know that dirty 10 year old looked up to him
But If
no, no, no, you crying little bitch
That can never be me, you a certified bitch, yeah
You can call me Dirty Harry, I'm the next hitman
With my 357,
committed
Never slacking with it, Mask off I'm Jim Carrying
Aim still straighter than a shot from Shawn Marion
Punk pushed his luck, give a fuck, Dirty Harry
ain't no capping
And your shorty good at giving me the top, ain't no capping
Mixing new money with the old bands
I been through a lot, I'm like an old man
Don't fuck a man when I pass by
I'm pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
I p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out
I'm bigger than your dads house
floor (how much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more,
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
but I'm not a cherry
I don't need a gym it's ok cuz I carry
My clothes are clean but I'm dirty as Harry
I can show u how to stunt
Top down in the wraith
right off the swipes down in SoHo
Gangstas don't talk to the cops that's a no no
I'll do a nigga dirty like harry with the 44
Yeah I'm on my grind again
temporary
Bitch I do not know any Dirty Harry
Take you Paris girl we might get married
This a new ship but it's an old ferry
Bitch I know I'm scary your just
a metaphor
How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my
Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian
I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like
They lived together in a dirty old shack
At the edge of the black rocky mountain
And they drank mountain dew and they lived on the food
That they
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
Skengman
Car weh him drive, Jah man, are Mustang
Move it-a, Demus-a, tell 'em-a
Country woman
Nah left your dirty clothes in
A your wash pan comin' in a di
From the tech 'cause I collect another killin'
When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin
Bumpin' up old school ep shit get off my ball sack
ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son
Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
And me your so selfish
All the the time times I've cried
About the lies you dirty old rotten man
Covered my a sweet hearted man
All the times I’ve cried
can't find exactly where my back be
Uh
So I sit by my wood stove, Backwoods, Bilbo, roll it up as the wind blows
And tales as old as sin, whoa, smoking
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