Dirrty - Ruff Ryders
Written by：Brian J. Kidd/Moses Iii Barrett/Mel Jason Smalls
Everybody everybody everybody everybody
We call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
Dirrty dirrty dirrty double R double R
Everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody
And we call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
Dirrty dirrty dirrty
Ni**a let's get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
I'ma let my pump go early from Tuesday to Thursday
Eight o'clock in the morning
That's why we go out on a cop on my corner yessuh
Gimme that Lex' I'm gonna exit
So I can pull up outta here we gone
Slow the sh*t down now so I can catch it
I'm gon' catch it catch it catch it
Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
So I could fetch it fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you follow
Put the gun in his mouth make him swallow
Do a ni**a like Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's time to get warm
Now it's time to turn up hurry up y'all niggaz best to be go one
Left his head to be long from the first day I was born
Pop guns like popcorn s s stutter like
Y'all motherf**kers ain't stabbin' sh*t like a butter knife
That sh*t just don't cut right
On my block all we hear is woop woop niggaz it's time to run
Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double R motherf**ker
Let me slow this sh*t down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your block then skip town ni**a
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
So tired these so called ** thugs bust they gun niggaz
Mean mugged supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz
Watch out motherf**ker say somethin' I'll I'll f**k you up
Tie ya a** to the back of a pick up truck and just leave uh
You a waste of good slug
And I told the motherf**ker I'd get him so what
It ain't like you hot
It ain't like we got work meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't come through
And take any motherf**kin' thing you do got
We done had you a strong shower one five one no raw
I'm whoopin' them drawers off takin' charge play the bar
You dealin' with the right one if you want it you sho' can get some
I ain't come to play double R told me to come up to New York and I came
Drag on told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty whether you like it or not
Me and drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain I'ma bring the pain
I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherf**kin' five dollar a** huh 'fore I make change
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
Drag I can't lean lean this motherf**kin' track too hot
This sh*t keep callin' me still can't believe it
These motherf**kers waited so long sh*t me neither
Should've been like I slid right
But I bet you motherf**kers were scared
Cause this sh*t start shootouts and club fights
The sh*t might jump off tonight
I done seen the ni**a and this b**ch that I don't like he gon' get it
Ju ju just just just just as soon as I fit him he gon' get it
Simple minded motherf**ker shouldn't have been there
They role is to kill him drag what's wrong with them
They must be crazy and deranged
Do I speak my ghetto slang got a big chain
They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring
That's how I settle things like
What y'all want what y'all want you motherf**kers don't want none
Roll that blunt smoke that blunt you niggaz stay in the pub
We gettin' high gettin' by me and Petey Pab'
Connectin' like sh*t to a fly clip to a gun y'all clip better run
Pick anyone got plenty of it y'all niggaz really don't want it
That's a hit boy y'all fittin' to love it
Feel this clip up in yo' stomach uh
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs yeah code of the thugs yeah
Repped it in the streets yeah loved in the slums yeah
Who am I a Ruff Ryder
Who am I Mr. North Carolina