When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
Own family will k** ya, damn it be a skrilla
Box of bullets in flavors like Mike and Ike
Friday night, I'm in the bed with a b**h and a dyke
Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty
Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie
My name plate, travel through the interstate
Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate
Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's
Smoke out Mr. Spacely and still Dick Tracy
I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate
I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake
Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray
My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray
When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal
Make you tremble, watch what the f** my gun do
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
A moment to pray, a second to die
Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high
n***a, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet
I return you n***as for a five percent deposit
Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle
Put four grams of c**aine, crushed up in the single
Every day is Saturday, everyday my gats play
When sh** get bad, I'm looking for a badder way
Ol' Dirt McGirt in concert the bomb burst
To set it off, shoot him in the arm first
Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom first
Told you when things get worst, n***a, things get worst
Cats be saddling when the gats splattering
Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen
Straight through the back like the javelin
Word, son, it had to been still here battling
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar
When you get that skrilla, n***a act familiar