Yo
Snoop
Dogg, yo
Drake, yo
Too
Short,
E -40, and the
Motherfuckin'
Click
Yo, old
Dirty
Bass is comin' through
Know what I'm sayin'? I got the
East
Coast locked the fuck down
Know what I'm sayin'?
Hit my shit, nigga
Shit is crazy real in the fields
I watch niggas' blood get spilt
over five -dollar bills
And major drug deals on the rear
See a nigga get mills
and his bitch get him
killed
And it's
American dream to get
some cream
You ownin' a beam and you're
facin' magazines
Twelve o 'clock
maintains in the game
Bring the pain and smokin' meth in
Maine
It's not all about the fame,
silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the niggas sellin' cocaine,
you're
to blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the tear in my hood, niggas is up to no good,
you better watch him in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy,
go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me
So instead, I played in my bed, my momma got fed,
and now a nigga living with a dreg
My best fucking friend, knew him since ten,
nigga fed me cream, let me whip the bends
Houses all over
Texas, white nigga
Lexus,
you had enough respect to dress this
Expensive
Tim suits, throw away and fly
Gucci boots, put me on like pooh
Every morning that I wake, 10
G's in my fuckin' face
Carbonation to the safe,
somethin' runs off state
Carryin' coke by the weight,
put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by old
Dirty,
Dirty
My little brother, he keeps it dirty, dirty
Fuck all that motherfuckin'
drug sellin' shit
I wanna see some motherfuckin' lyric
I wanna hear some motherfuckin' lyric
What up, nigga, what?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha I got you nigga
mics on the site, you know the type
New
Jack, this is my city like
Wesley
Snipes
Go fly a kite or something,
make some muffins I kill a bad in the town like
Charles
Bronson
Naw I said you speak and I
do you for that reason
12 is no joke,
I bring rec through the seasons out of men
Kill 10, many more but just win
That joke I act you can save for
Jack
Nicholson
What you intrigued through your apathegy
In the
MC world is a minor league
What you speak, you swear is unique,
or just a peak physique of an old antique
Don't inspect a project that
is bound to freeze
Your head is a stubborn stick, next I am ease
I never like rhymes that's incomplete,
then again obsolete
I shall repeat, it's an easy street
For niggas who earn,
you learn, you sojourn
Then you return as an intelligent,
positive messenger
Not an experiment, negative
Lucifer
With the jittering gloss of grafted skin
That's the light screen
source of the true origin
Who was
Thor, the wizard of war?
Caveman's best friend
was a goddamn dinosaur
No more jungle life,
livin' from the blue lagoon
Is that an animal howl,
smashin' little lampoon?
If you understand the what,
when, why, how
Are you fellin' too incept
or too disallowed?
A fresh
MC that would knock you down
I get you dizzy, spellbound,
like a merry -go -round
While I'm speaking, the light's on
You take what they take,
what's to be controlled
The rest of the scene is totally up to you
You definitely know, I'm totally up to you
You
Ol' Dirty Bastard 
