Get it Dirty

[Party Arty]<br>Now what you know about the CLK with fo` doors<br>Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw<br>Coke from Omar, the nigga from "Scarface"<br>Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony<br>Now I throw pies like pizza chefs<br>We eat your bread, y`all niggaz get beat to death<br>You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots<br>when haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch<br>I heard a lot about you<br>But I don`t give a fuck, so I gotta shout you<br>Party Arty in the truck, but you can`t see him<br>Had to warn `em, better join `em if you can`t beat `em<br>And I`d give anything for my man freedom<br>Trick and Tone comin home to the fam-bino<br>And I`m that nigga like my man Nino<br>So let your crew, your clique, and family know<br>We get it dirty nigga<br><br>[Chorus: D Flow]<br>We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty<br>We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me<br>Droppin, `til it`s platinum, `til it`s dusty<br>We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me<br><br>[D Flow]<br>We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy<br>Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee<br>Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me<br>Of course we them niggaz, "What What" like N.O.R.E.<br>I blind hoes, when I step in the club<br>My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs<br>D-Flow lyrically I`m swift with the tongue fo` sho`<br>Killer you feelin me I`m sick with the gun and yo<br>It`s nuttin new son, bring your crew son<br>I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic<br>Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling<br>South Boogie, niggaz got it plus more bling<br>On the spot a hot 16 that ain`t shit<br>Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain`t Crip<br>My bank sick, dough stack to the sky<br>And I`ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Chorus Two: D Flow]<br>We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty<br>We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me<br>Droppin, `til it`s platinum, `til it`s dusty<br>Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me<br><br>[O.C.]<br>What`s my profile?<br>Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the pow-wow<br>Sirens, reminiscent to violence<br>Wildlife, with about a hundred niggaz behind us<br>Get it feelin like it`s World War 3 up in this bitch<br>before the bomb hits nigga<br>We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal<br>Yo` gun stay concealed, let`s leave it at that<br>Machine gun rap spray off<br>Layin niggaz six feet, eyes wide from the chaos<br>Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush<br>But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya<br>See I leave no stones underturned, that`s how a lot of niggaz get burned<br>Man I`m "Deep Cover" like Fishburne<br>It`s my turn, pay-offs is froo froo<br>Layoffs`ll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you<br><br>[Chorus] + [Chorus Two]