Down & Dirty

Yo we ridin dirty, you dont know me bitch

Chorus:

Silkk and mercedes together

Mercedes, tru niggaz down and dirty

(repeat 2x)

[silkk]

Watch your back when I be ridin

Cause Im known to get down and dirty

Or should I say Im bout it, bout it!

[silkk]

See im, always sulkin like a bad kid

Aks under the mattress, automatic for static

Watch your back when I ride

Cuz i, roll with the tech and blastin will be uncivilized

Hat, like yall niggaz heard me

Im known to get down and fuckin dirty

Yall bustas just aint worthy

I live loose adn live frightless

Im in a crowded room, cut the lights off, turn em back on

I got everybodys rings and necklace

Check check this, hop on the block, nigga

Stop, nigga out my mind, thinkin like a glock nigga

Its a risky business, ask boz hell tell ya

Ask p, hell tell you niggaz, six deep is how us gs ride

On some gangsta shit

Im down to kickin your fuckin door

But Ill spray this shit, yall aint feelin

Im doin it for a meal

Stop pause for a sec, Im ridin dirty, guard your grill

Chorus 4x

[silkk]

Im on some beamer 740 shit, crazy retarded shit

Some rum bacardi shit

When I bust, niggaz run, cuz they know, I hardly miss

Potnas be trippin ever since I first made it

Im bad like a first grader

Face like a eight grader

Im on some shit thatll make the niggaz wanna jump out the game

Im down to act bad, dude I got through, to make some change

By any means me dream is on the triple beam

Schemes twice a week to get my money of my cream

Yall bitches aint feelin, how I do it, how I won it

If you did it, I done done it, dope I count less than hundred

Got one of my block retaliatin, till we all fall

Im out the supersport, bumpin, dumpin on all yall

Chorus 4x

[c-murder]

Nigga, Im ridin dirty, like u.g.k. homes

If you cant respect the fact that Im strapped, keep your ass at home

Id rather be in the pen, more than the motherfuckin grave

And have my picture on the news, instead of the motherfuckin front page

Im tru nigga! so act like me to the fullest

I gots my finger on this trigga, and you know Im ready to pull it

C and silkk, commenced to bustin and that ass

Dont try to play me boy, we leave you layin up in a body bag

With p dog, the colonel of no limit

Thats my label bitch, so I gots to represent it

Like, martin luther king, I gotta dream

To be a, multi-millionaire, make hits and stack cream

With tru tatooed on my back and my arm

Dont bury me a g, cause I plan to live long

Much love to my homes, dead and in the bushes

Reminiscin, pour our 40s, and smoke mad swishers

Straight out the gutter, like g-blood

Silkk, c-murder, tru, down and dirty

We run this motherfucker