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do dirt - scum (usa) lyrics

[intro]
i’m a nice guy once you get to know me. i’m just out here in the streets trying to make ends meet y’know. after a while you can’t tell what’s good or bad
now, we can shoot this motherf*cker right here, right in front of you, right in his mothef*cking head and blow his god d*mn brains out unless you and i can get a understanding

[verse 1: scum]
put a bullet through your windshield now your brains are on the dash
smash your windows, search your pockets, take your stash and take your cash
trash your wallet, keep the contents, you got took in 3*0*3
denver city’s full of lowlifes with no morals just like me
go and rob a 7*11 with an ak*47
send the f*cking clerk to heaven with the bl**dy 1*8*7
2*11 it’s a murder, elevation is to blame
mile high city population dropped by one and that’s a shame
same as always, there’s no witness and the case will go unsolved
bodies sn*tched and in the path, i’m full of acid, it’s dissolved
i evolved into a monster just from living here so long
spent nine years in the city doing motherf*ckers wrong
hit the bong and then you hold it, then you scream out, they’re right
if you hating on my city crack your chest like open wide
step inside my f*cking house, will you ever make it back?
that depends on how you act, you disrespecting me then dead
[chorus: borey]
there ain’t no side today, doing dirt is a must
flood your hood with rock, a side*hustle and bust
the mile high is g, we stay khakied and creased
forever paper chasing, one nation, there’ll never be peace

[bridge: scum]
grab the nine up off the clip and c*ck the hammer, squeeze the trigger
hollow tip expands inside you, exit wounds turn out much bigger
i’m a decent human being but you got me doing dirt
getting all up in my business is like asking to get hurt

[verse 2: borey]
i gets dirty like pakistan, kick doors like battle rams
moving money and muscle, hustle short, i doubt it man
i’m a monster riding your block, hiding a glock
sniffing for cheddar cheese, constantly eyeing your spot
i drop a pipe bomb in a gauge blasting booth
bucking motherf*ckers with millis out the roof of the coupe
take over your spot, a n*gga got plots and things
show up at your party and roll out with the rocks and rings
schemes like the coyote hunting the roadrunner
on your band bumping with the thumper, bumping shots, you hear the thunder
eternal slumber when yo casket shut, yo time was up
tick tock too late my nine go buck
yo find was f*cked, trying to play me short like a midget
yo brain is twisted, plus it took one too many whippings
you can stick it in yo ass b*tch, n*ggas ain’t sh*t
do more dirt than a dumptruck, swallow n*ggas up with the hollow tip
extra clip in the back with a fat sack of that dro
whether exes or ohs you chose to go to war with a pro
snooze you loose, i creep like a thief in the night
in and out of your house, doing dirt my hustle is tight b*tch
[bridge: scum]
grab the nine up off the clip and c*ck the hammer, squeeze the trigger
hollow tip expands inside you, exit wounds turn out much bigger
i’m a decent human being but you got me doing dirt
getting all up in my business is like asking to get hurt

[chorus: borey]
there ain’t no side today, doing dirt is a must
flood your hood with rock, a side*hustle and bust
the mile high is g, we stay khakied and creased
forever paper chasing, one nation, there’ll never be peace

[verse 3: scum]
methamphetamine production, this is where the money’s at
twigs don’t care what side you’re claiming but beware they quick to rat
pack your gat for all transactions, get caught slipping and you die
twigs will find another dealer and stay high off his supply
try to keep the popo clueless, if you’re caught get ten to life
if a tweak ain’t got your money have your boys gang rape his wife
if we use the sh*t you’re dealing, you get hooked then you get smoked
got the meth, so much as useless, in the alley you get choked
don’t you know the twigs’ll get you if your sh*t don’t get ’em high
try to serve ’em with some bullsh*t, too much effing around won’t fly
doing dirt to make a living, that’s the only way we know
better go and get your flip on something bad and start to glow
if your hoe is acting shady then she must be in your stash
trash that b*tch and sell her children to a pervert with some cash
touch your nine if someone doubts you if that sh*t don’t help then shoot
do the dirt and flip the product, sell it bad then get your loot
[chorus: borey]
there ain’t no side today, doing dirt is a must
flood your hood with rock, a side*hustle and bust
the mile high is g, we stay khakied and creased
forever paper chasing, one nation, there’ll never be peace

[outro]
the world is set up where if you don’t take what you want you ain’t gonna get it. i figured that sh*t out a long time ago

- scum usa lyrics

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