Doin' Dirt Bad
Mobb shit biatch
Biatch! Biatch!
This shit ain't went no where (Trademark)
You understand me? (Uh!)
It's like when a mutha fucka do his dirt it don't be no ordinary dirt
You understand me? A nigga do dirt bad Check it out
I took a I took a
Whole thang of ice cream
A kilogram of birdie a unit
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit' out ruinin' it, or abusin' it,
Like a mutha fucka would supposed to when there's a shortage on
Sumpthin', (on sumpthin'),
That way I could get 'em off like hot cakes,
An you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
You see I know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
Sneakin' an keepin' his job-ah,
For you tardy unaware troopers now hoppin' in the game true an ass fakers,
Biatch! biatch!
Got it means power,
Yola, yola, ice cream candy,
Man that shit be comin' in handy,
But anyway,
Dude hella bootsy an he was jus' askin' to get robbed,
That's why me an my side went ahead an pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
On his 'ol, move the show room, show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on
His, put two on the ten, all protected an tryin' to impress a bitch,
Don't you know I'm all off pullin' licks on busta brown ass zarks like you,
Scopin' an casin' 2-11's an holdin' patience
I huddle wit' the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
Soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep,
Six or seven g's everytime I beep,
Hit the streets fo' the game,
Plot fo' the bank,
Fuck wit' a boss, 'cause a pimp got range,
Make yo body stank,
Leave you lost in the woods,
A nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
We ride Fleetwood, get 'em dummied out,
Walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route,
An all cash I count
A nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, niggas doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, niggas doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt
B-Legit from what I understand, his bark was stronger than his bite (bee-yatch!)
Nigga was sellin' mo woof tickets than a sold out Lennox Lewis an
Evander Holyfield fight, shit,
We ain't no strong or soft niggas, we savage damn it, like who?
Like the crocodile hunter,
That crazy ass mutha fucka named Steve,
Who caught me doin' dirt, 'cause I'm dirt cheap,
An I like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep,
Down an dirty, 'specialy when I'm doin' dirt bad, pull akickdoe,
Run up in yo baby mama's pad
I been it down from day uno,
Baby bottle full of pruno,
Knew I was the shit named B-Legit,