I'm about two an' a quarter from rockin' the bird
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Well it's the rippinest, wickedest MC
Quick to bust your ass
Now it's off through the woods we go, here we go
These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had?
If it's beef, I'll choke ya an' leave you for the vultures
You look like you wanna go on a boat
You understand me, Tony
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Everybody gotta lay low
An' act like we was on that Teen Summit
I'm about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Jumped out, “Man, damn, they got nerve”
Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we'll roast it
An' they've seen me in the Source Magazine
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Dippin' through the trails, runnin' from twelve
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash
An' about a G short from choppin' the third
Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend
Like sailboats an' LTD's, private, please
Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve
Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags an' haul ass
But you know I'll leave you bloatin' or floatin'
Tossin' the greens an' blow, oh no
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
So you can't even pass me three mikes
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Don't make me open my book bag an' you underscalin' on me
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
They'll find ya stankin' in the trash
Escape routes major, elite street rollers
An' about a hundred away from back in the lab
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
You get three strikes an' about a half of clip of bullets
Turn sunny days into an overcast
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Fuck the police, you know me
Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah
An' escape wit your 'Billy Jean' an' 'Thriller' 'cause I'm 'Bad'
Me sad? Naw, mad
So run it an' we can go on an' get our little prices up
An' I mash out wit OutKast
Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
Now I'm sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb
These rich an' these vegetables spinnin' bony
Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast
Or we can keep it cool, playboy an' I'll toast ya
Bustin' hard up out the ginseng
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil's poker
Got the hell on, dropped everythin' includin' my word
I'm the nigga that earned his street stripes
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Now I done bust the next batch down an' my face lookin' drab
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Show me the dope, don't worry about the cash
Playin' around wit a hustler's cash?
Or your girlfriend's gonna be lonely, homey
Naw, Dad, I'm glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags
