Lyrics:
Blood
Cause out of 32 niggas you owe 31 (0-31)
Now I'm loading up in Jersey
With an old dirty gun
And since Red Blood too I give 0 31
Than after that I
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
To my frequency
I was broke and hungry
Me and cuz we lost our decency
We got dirty like viva street
Believe so many man done wrong so we could break
don't give a damn about what your position is to me,
You can tell that bullshit to a child, but you can't tell that shit to me,
I'm a man of my own word
could join
But I didn't go yet
Cool with the devil on my back
I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt
In some dirty black old sweats
If you known,
getting me down
Is this dirty old little dead end town
Well I hoped out of bed
And I just got going
As to what I'll do
There ain't no way of knowing
I ran
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
stand a chance, with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot, and you blow
I'm still the man to watch,
Listen baby
You know yo daddy crazy
I did some women dirty
Some of them same one’s played me
I swore to god that i would never let a nigga hurt you
(You don't really want to know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
[Verse Two]
Soakin' in the bubbles, by Body Shine
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
Aw... look at that, man... she's got white cotton panties on. Have you seen the bird on page 13?
Yeah man, she's a bit dirty, innit...i usually buy
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
step-dad
When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (yeah)
And me and my rap partner wasn't
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
for good old dad
So tell your friend you're not hangin' out
Just do as I say, 'cause I'm the man of the house
You better act like you got some sense
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
Think about me and masturbate with the faucet
Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet
But in the end I'm just a dirty old man
With
and sick
Like my old man's tired convictions
Nobody has a hold on me
At dusk it gets mighty dim
And the lights fire up the beach
I don't feel much like
boy at his lake house or a girl she meet at school
A strung out old man bass player in a room with no view
When your Whoreothy Pxrker
You're always
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold
If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old (damn)
Fourteen, just lead by
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