[Hook]
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
Termanology, Fizzual, Ghost Styles P, Busta Rhymes
[Verse 1: Termanology]
It's the God I'm focused, I'm one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses
I'm one of the last poets, to science and math knower's
Combined with my clash flow, it's a crime that I'm pa**ed over
I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the don approaches
I cover your heart and roast it and wait on your mama's sofa
I shoot up your daughters stroller, I told you my heart is polar
Unload a barrage of coker and cover up the largest boulders
I'm from the law we known as the hood where they hardly sober
The holster to carry, the toaster is always on the shoulder
I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip, leave body frozen
And I zip up you mighty goons, in the river your body goes
Don't make use the razor to show you my fruits of labor
Not even your crew could save you, you get in the booth I slay you
Kicked out a housing, for flipping and wilding
And its the Puerto Rican kid with the guns that look Italian
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Man hand me my motherf**ing strap, fall back
I'm bout to run up on these n***as like OG wax
And get it popping with my weapon in palm
I am the rawest footage you ever seen since the d**h of Saddam, come on
I still do it jumbo, still gun hold, my flows will take you to the gun show
Front row, you I know, I should have been out
They asked me to slim down, tell them b**hes kick rocks
Big n***as is in now, marksmen regime and I'm down for the wig out
Kids starve the f** out, welcome to the rough house
Yellow bus status since special ed had it made
Start a mosh pit, stampede barricade
Cut to you the saga, the saga of the Ville
f** n***as heads up like the barber of the ville
Mo P to the d**h, still 7:30 and I keep my hands dirty, cause I play dirty n***a
[Hook]
I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, hands stay dirty
Fizzyology, My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, Ghost
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Only time my gun show off is when my gun go off
f** around and get your tongue blown off
Get shot from point blank lil n***a the joint stank
Kush and cookies in a big barrel you looking in it
Room full of n***as, I figured you was the p**y in it
I was dead right, this is lead life
Raised on the block, I was trained to shoot at your head right
Handling left handed, two guns up, no one is left standing
And I caught a back bullets like the next man'n
Or Drew Breeze, you motherf**er could you please
Come off the money, and the j**els or get your food freezed
And ate later, I look forward to my 9s like an 8th grader
Love is love, hate later
Cause I'm busy doing ghost sh**
P bu*ter, I toast sh**
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
When I step in the building, n***as often display a behavior that's defensive
I ain't interested in victims, I victimize the collective
If you look from my perspective, and handling situations
Eliminate every type of retaliation
Despite your imagination
And in light of being funny
I beat your bones broke with a bag of bricks full of money, what
Derek Lam mansions, many Ferarri flavors
With humans of property, on top of mountains is my neighbors
Until the fruit basket rapping a** n***as do disappear
I'm eating with reps from Microsoft negotiating shares
On a private plane palace drinking Starbucks in the leer
I'm on a private plane styling getting washed up in the rear
By two twin Dominicans while the pilots rip up the throttle
They fuss a little bit about who gon polish the nozzle
Burial, I'm on my everything I wear black sh**
While I come too eat your food all my n***as came hear to clack sh**
[Hook]
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty cause I play dirty