Dirty - Thou Shall Not Kill Lyrics
f/ Twist, Wickett[Verse 1:Wickett]A lot of niggaz got a ***** in their blood - but they claim to be hardTill they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it allWhile everyone in the hood used to - think you was hardBut it's hard to think with your - brain in the gar-*****I'm off the the chain when I - blast the magI put what's left of your frame in a- casket bagI put what's left of your brain in a - plastic bagAnd what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have 'emYou catch hell in the Ammo Cityscum streetsThey full of monkeys and money-hungry zombiesWe don't spit regular shit on a crunk beatIt's boring watchin' *****es eat lunch meatI'd rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin' out chunks of meat tillthere's a dundeeYou don't want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb GJump head first off a building and hit the concreteNow, can I get an Amen?... AmenIf you ***** around wit' me, we can get your face caved inI'm the black Wes Crav', and my staff just craveAnd the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aahCome, I'll let my bullets +Moby Dick+Let me put 'em inside of youNuttin', bustin' the blood (spish) inside of youI'm really dishin', put them bullets inside of youIs what I would do, if I was youI really wouldn't ***** wit' mePlayin' me like a *****, your shit'll get dirtyIf I up the thang-thangs, finna get uglyShit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloodyAnd when it go down - of course you're scaredYour brothers they want some - the more the merrierIf they run up, it's just to go to the - morgueAnd step into my world - at the mortuary[Verse 2:Big Pimp]I leave your block wit' your head wide openOUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin'Bro' close your do', expose ya to the hocus pocusAnd you mother*****ers know its bogus(And you know it's bogus... that's how it is, that's how it has to be)And I'mma stop all you mother*****ers from laughin' at meWhen I bust all the glass in your classic CapriceInstead of blastin' me, where was you?Runnin' your lyrical catastropheI hit the block with the glock, 'cause that's how it has to beYou ridin' partial, blow your brains in the passenger seatYou got that program and schedule, shit *****er, pass it to meIt's a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor beOr I'mma have to see, how you layin' right beside him in your casket bleedin'Tell them sucker emcees we havin' mass this evening[Verse 3:Wickett & Twist]Baptized in the blood of Tupac and JesusHollows from my glock and your glock releasin'Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin'Can't stop and won't stop because we still breathin'***** back and pop, niggaz drop, it's so easyRun up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin'Cut up and turned out that he's alive when he screamin'Run up in your house and snatch both of your neicesSAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH INOne nigga jump, ***** ALL US BEEFIN'One of y'all jump, ***** ALL Y'ALL BLEEVIN'(all y'all bleevin')Never knew the real reason what I'm shootin' forGet off your knees, why you prayin' to God?...It's too late to repent, you better off prayin' to LuciferWhat I'mma use you for, ten G's I'll do you forAnother five I'll do your gul, I'll lose your gulI ain't killin' y'all by myselfI'm like O.J. - it's two of us(Get it..two of us)I won't hesitate to numb you bruh, won't hesitate to burn you bruhI got a message... when you get to hell..Ask that ***** nigga what he kill my uncle for[Verse 4:Mr. G-stacka]I come through strapped with two tec-9'sI wish a mother*****er try to come and test mineI put this gat so close to your back spineWhen I clap iron, ***** your back flyin'I'm kinda gettin' tired of sellin' crack dimesOr sittin' up in my house tryin' to sack pineOr runnin' through my hood from the one-timeWho sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grindI just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"?***** that thang, throw it in the skyI'mma let this ***** loose if you niggaz tryTell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain't scared to dieI ain't scared to ride, I ain't scared to tauntMy semi-automatic leavin' niggaz burntA couple mother*****ers got hit with the gunThe other mother*****ers wake up from the oak tree hung*****, I'm dirty slum, so I ride 'round with a rusty pumpI keep it kinda close, ***** in the trunkWhen the war pop off I'm the first to dumpThrow them bows in your chest like OlajuwonAin't no stoppin' when we ridin' - comin' at you chumpI'm the reason for the bleedin' - why you actin' dumbCause my hollows have you hollerin' at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum[**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**]My 'K'll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feetAnd leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this ***** want beefThen me and my niggaz creepin' knockin' off his whole street - good griefYou get the picture?... Now mother*****er get your issueCause soon as I get you, I'm usin' my pistol, to carve and split youAnd scare up your tissue, you ***** you[Verse 5:Lil' Twist]Jackin' other niggaz for dollars, that's my mottoEliminatin' ***** niggaz with pistol poppin' hollowsTo say I would never - ***** your bandana, here the block goFrom bustin' concussions with simple mother*****in' pot holesOn the offense, a ***** eater want get to even know what I hit likeIn the mist of the trigger clickin', niggaz *****in' for dear lifeBe prepared for war cause I'm tellin', gunnin' you allCarry my coat with clip, that's what the clip said and blew you roof offROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-HaulYou jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y'allYou *****in' faggots can't hack it, ass backwards like RuPaulRemember my nigga, you tremblin' get your chest blew offThese rules and regulations, to you, they do applySo cuz is poppin', your other option is to dieYou couldn't resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dimeBut I came for the cheese, so mother*****er why tryNiggaz I never heard of, get murderedI'll pull your skirt up and show the world that you're *****And just show what this uzi - a' doYou mother*****ers ain't gon' believe that I'mma gut yaBlow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - ***** YAGunnin' y'all, then I hit 'em hardSplit 'em apart when I let it off, but you'll be better offWith flesh floatin', open, in a oceanHoles poked in your throat and still smokin'H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you mother*****ers hog tied, if niggaz tryI give a ***** - what your men do, what you been throughwhy you went to the pen dude,or who you kin toSimple, I'm a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school atIt's hard to react when the Mac go click-clackFour shots in your skull, and your ***** back - get that?
