Low Down & Dirty

Verse One: {Lil` Ya}<br><br>Goin` for it all I want to ball fall<br>So give me some chip`s, I got`s a<br>Motherfuckin` nine on my hip, <br>I`m pissed, ain`t nothin` shakin`<br>Shit`s slow like before once again<br>I`m on the come up bro.<br>Called Yella out his house<br>Man, we got money to make<br>Scooped Tec off Infaret<br>Then we make shit shake, act a donkey<br>Dressed like junkies, gettin` word on the bird`s<br>Where they flyin`, I`m a kill you if you lyin`<br>His cousin gave me the urge to want me take<br>What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring`s<br>And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that<br>Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key`s<br>To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun`s out yo fuckin` attic<br>Don`t try to test my nut`s and make me use the automatic<br>I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck<br>When you see a nigga pluck, Boo-Koo<br>Bullets, at yo motherfuckin` dome, <br>Bitch, you should have knew you couldn`t run from the chrome<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>It`s best ya scram cuz I`m a champion<br>I`m dumpin` on `em<br>I`m actin` a motherfuckin` donkey on `em<br>I`m gettin` low down and dirty with the dirty thirty<br>Ya see I`m in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty<br>{2x}<br><br>Verse Two: {Tec-9}<br><br>We be dumpin` on corner`s like<br>Nigga what it be like, <br>Nigga be hangin` all night to keep they grip tight<br>Everybody know I`m a fool on the come up move<br>My baby boy need`s new shoes <br>So what the fuck am I to do<br>Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger<br>Fully automatic M-11 nigga<br>So how you figure that I`m the nigga to fuck with<br>Graduated from slangin` Yae to this dope shit<br>Twenty dollars a bag is what I`m givin`<br>AK`s, Two Twenty Three`s, Momma still livin`<br>Momma tellin` me the rent`s due<br>Big brother doin` five called to tell me<br>It`s all on u, I became a man before my time<br>It`s on my mind, I`m now hustlin`<br>To pay bill`s and still make mine<br>Now I`m caught up in that game livin` day for day<br>I got reason`s to leave and reason`s to stay<br>To see the finer thing`s in life<br>Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down<br>But all these dope fiend`s keep comin` around<br>What ya got? could it be they all want to see the<br>Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!<br>Call me the capital, white natural<br>Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga`s<br>Who don`t give a fuck and carry chopper`s<br>I got to have it daddy, I`m on the come up<br>Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin` up<br>How ya dealin` rock`s, keep them snap`s in yo pocket<br>Cuz I see the PO-PO`s, y`all know them hoes<br>Tryin` to keep a nigga down<br>But I`m a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind<br>But ain`t love, if you takin` mine<br>Lyin` think and behind, say what`s up to<br>My nine milli settin` of somethin` silly<br>Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz<br>I`m dumpin` on `em! Bitch!<br><br>Third Verse: {Yella Boy}<br><br>I`m loaded got my double shot now<br>It`s time to rock shop <br>I`m aimin` for the dome I`m gonna make<br>Everybody drop the ground <br>I`m a buck `em down with them double shot`s<br>I be`s after a bitch a nigga de knock`s upon the front door<br>I`m a play it smooth, then wipe the floor<br>The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot`s go<br>Three nigga`s bangin` up all them clown`s hit the floor<br>I found the Ca§h in a glass trash bag stash<br>I count`s the coke and out the back<br>I made a swift dash<br>Hopped in my hoptie headed Uptown<br>I ditched the body so it wouldn`t let the shell`s found<br>My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station<br>No question`s ask I call my dog<br>Let`s take a fuckin` vacation <br>I got to run and the money fuck the city blue`s<br>Ya Bitch!<br><br>Chorus {Till the end}