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get dirty - doap nixon lyrics

[intro: reef]
whadup doap?
we here now, f-ckin’ onionheads
f-ckin’ smash ya grandma with a vase
i’ll kick that b-tch down a flight of steps
i’m tryna talk sh-t like you doap
yeah, aotp, lost cauze, doap nix
i don’t know if i was supposed to start rhymin’ soon as the sh-t drop?
we gon’ try it like this

[reef the lost cauze:]
yo, let’s get dirty like a thug hammerin’ that buss
like the sand and the dust, like raw blood on animal tusk
n-gg-s think they sweets till they strangled and slumped
real n-gg-s don’t fold, i neva ran with no chumps
they demandin’ from us, dunn we need to go check that
bring h-ll to any mothaf-cka who don’t respect that
their hands is vicious, right cross connect that
try me and my fam, you stand where you left at
west p, till the death where i rep at
youngaz is bangin’ and sellin’ crack where you rest at
this a death trap, but it’s how we survive
neva take my kindness for weakness, it’s highly unwise
i show love to people who took advantage
look me in my face and lie, now you gotta face the hammer
it’s dead in ya face, i put ’em dead in his place
i’ll leave ’em dead and disgrace
cause what he said outta his face
talk sh-t, best believe we won’t repeat that
it’s doap nix and lost cauze
sour diesel, where the weed at?
talk sh-t, best believe we won’t repeat that
it’s doap nix and lost cauze
sour diesel, where the weed at?

[hook x2: reef (doap)]
let’s get dirty n-gg-s
(from the block to the stage)
let’s get dirty n-gg-s
(from the glock to the guage)
let’s get dirty n-gg-s
(from the corners that pitch)
(to the kids out the ‘burbs lovin’ life cause they rich)

[demoz:]
ayo, keep a nine on you and watch n-gg-s that learn off you
keep ya mind open cause mothaf-ckaz will turn on you
it’s funny how i put my words together
i burn the track like nascar that’s how i earn my cheddar
you earn plaques off a simple raps
look i can’t go commercial i done been thru scr-ps
try turn on me, neva see me talkin’ to rats
if it’s my turn to burn i’ll think the coffin is wack
put an urn on me, keep my name outta ya mouth
if ya man a b-tch keep his date outta my house
cause i’ll turn on you
look my flow been past you, neva try to test me
i’m so ready, n-gg- ask whoeva
and my hood’s shady, still bars couldn’t save me
born crazy, i was torn as a baby
my pops left me, so my postbox empty
box lefty, right hand glock empty
do not tempt me

[hook x2: reef (doap)]

[doap nixon:]
blocka! hit ’em up, give it up
and everything in the crib, we bout to split up
the break is over for the glarin’ spittin’
the hood needs me, n-gg-s bout to handle they bizness
and the streets want nixon to break jaws
for that change, i’m a give more bars then the state charge
still smack n-gg-s for eight bars
got vets in the game, tellin’ me it’s bout time that i take charge
so suck it up, or see the b-tt of the ratchet
h-lly hansen and gore-tex tucked under the jacket
i’m a made men and i’m not from sp
but i still drag ya -ss 50 miles on a jet-ski
nickname nicko pesci, been around killers
spendin’ their days gettin’ pickled off wet leaves
so show love or show ya pistol
you went out like a p-ss’
so i’m a c-ck it back then kiss you
and reef knows right where to put you
somewhere out in south philly
what’s i’ll ain’t n-body gon’ miss you
yo it’s qd and aotp
add d o a p and reef the n-gg- that spells beef

[hook x2: reef (doap)]

- doap nixon lyrics

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