[Mr. Ill]
I beat repeat offenders, they end up with they back split
And a**-backwards, when I let the mac click
And "Aww sh**" is what they say
Three strikes you're out apparently, you thought I was playing?
But I weigh in at a ton
A scuffle left you muffled cause I had to get my gun
And Mr. Snuffalufugus couldn't snort this
Cause Oakland, California got funk like sh**
And it hits just like a Tyson blow
Well can't you see that Mr. Ill's got the nicest flow?
Well now you know, that hoes get crept up on to
So what you gonna do when I creep up on you?
Cause if I keep a few to myself, you'll never know
Repeat offenders get bent like fenders when I'm on the go, hide your dough
Or I'm a get my stab on, huh and leave you bloody buddy like some tampons
So get your a** on before I turn the gas on and get my smash on
n***as better dash, holmes, before I get my blast on
Cause open arms will be waiting
Sin's my friend, and I'm kin to Satan, I'm debating
Whether or not you can keep your weight in, and tasting
MC's like bloods for dinner, I beat repeat offenders
They end up hurting for perping, so throw the f**ing curtain
Cause it's straight Dirty Work, man
[Seagram]
Straight from the East Bay, home of the AK spray
Make way for the S-E-A
G, O.G. Baller
Late night night crawler, 69th shot caller
Body hauler, so label me the grim reaper
Play your dome, see the game
Lead it with the 60-shot heater
The Seagster is back, you can't knock it
Here to straight tax, you n***as that's outta pocket
Clocking a grip is a must, and living plush
Check me as I rush another buster to the dust, plus
My crew has more Braves than Atlanta
Uzi's got diarrehea, can't be stopped with Mylanta
Not from Tampa, but from the Bay
And I'm a Buccaneer, AK spray, so duck when I'm near
Fear, or come up missing
Listen when I catch you on my mission
You'll be found by someone fishing
Ain't no provisions or precautions I'm causing
Havoc, tragic, terror, there'll be no errors
Or flaws when I'm on the crawl, through all
Weather, the ball wedger, making n***as pallbearers
I dare a featherwieght to f** with this heavyweight
Then I have to shake and bake and hit him with his mac AK
In his face, paint the walls with his blood walking
Over n***as like a rug, never dropping duds
I'm from the hood of AK's and ski masks
n***as out of pocket ain't getting ghetto pa**es
Blasted, is how you'll be greeted, from the
Fully auto mag, n***as want some static
Better call for help cause you gon' need it
Cause I'm a unleash it, window down
On the trey AK spit with minor jerk
Better duck or get caught up in the Dirty Work
[Ant Diddley Dog]
I ain't got sh** to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anyway
So I use my survival tecniques in many ways
sh** if a n***a ever hustles, why not cut some rocks?
And if ever a n***a try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots?
Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts, in the back of my head
Ready to stack 'em up dead, I hate leaving the house without packing a bled
I got the heart of a k**er in me
I've inhaled so much bomb smoke that I can fill a chimmeny
Man they should have never let me loose
Cause that crazy sh** don't faze me, b**h, it just kept me juiced
Crack selling, blackmailing and making presidents
And I ain't hesitant to burglarize your residence
Yeah it's that villian and I'm thinking of jacking tonight
Another k**er cause my money ain't stacking too right
Down on my luck, I'm stuck cause my pockets is flat
Yeah I got my gat, so why the f** do I have to stop why I act?
I got one motherf**ing chance, buddy
And my intentions is to get my damn hands muddy
Her man's bloody cause I'm nutty when I start searching
k**ing n***as is my job and I'm hard working, fool
I'm up all night with an early rise
Waking up, twisting up motherf**ers like some curly fries, yeah
I'm trying to ride drop-top Vettes slamming
Utilizing these b**hes with high credit cards that be check scamming
Yeah, some motherf**ing Eastside thangs
So blaze up a fat sack and let your G ride swang
I'm in the game from the town and I'm stacking plenty
A gangsta-a** n***a with that macking in me
So if a n***a try to run up, I'm a hurt him first
And let him know I'm a G at this Dirty Work
[Too $hort]
W-O-R-K, I got a gang of hoes that like to work all day
And if you think that sh** ain't all right
I got some more hoes that like to work all night
But that's not the point, I'm trying to make
My sh** is so funky, got you buying my tapes
Year after year and I still ain't stopped
Got millions of fans and I still ain't pop
And I come so real, b**h, you can't stop
My motherf**ing track record, you can faint and drop
And I wouldn't give a f** cause I'm nothing but a dog, b**h
And you're nothing but a s*ut, want all dick
But this n***a named $hort don't f** for free
No punk-a** b**hes coming up on me
And no n***a can tell me what to do with my life
Can't talk about $hort, you're brand new on the mic
Me and all my potnas got b**hes, fool
And I be spitting on the mic about the sh** we do
I be a broke-a** pimp on the 31st
But tomorrow I be putting in some Dirt Work, b**h
[Rappin' Ron]
Ron's doing dizzert, leaving them n***as hizzurt
Running up with that punk sh**, thinking that bootsy sh** work
f**ing with them busters and you think that your back's got
The only thing that's got my back is this 16-shot black lock
And Ron is one of them n***as you can't f** with, so f** that
Every time you bust b**h, I duck quick and bust back
If you want some motherf**ing funk n***a, come and get this
And watch your a** fall like the London Bridges
You run with b**hes, you just another s**er
Run up and f** with us and you can suffer, motherf**er
And let me emphasize that I don't emphathize
Straight to your brain til the pain intensifies
And if the cops hit my block, and they stopping to jock
f** it, then I'm packing a Glock, and popping a cop and watching him drop
I'm not finna stop, f** 5-oh, f** task, f** the Feds
All you s**ers buckle cause you f**ing with a knucklehead
I kick your a** like Jim Carter
And bust your motherf**ing head wide open like a pinata
And all them finks who ratted me off and tried to jinx
Hit them n***as block with the street sweeper
And now they whole crew extinct
I ain't playing, what I'm saying is that I'm spraying with a gat
f**ing laing my AK and lay him on his back
Lay him flat, f**ed up from the rat-tat-tat-tat
See my straps is ready to buck, soo all you saps get ready to buck
I'm giving a, f**, Ron's about to f** 'em up
Buck a uppercut or buck, I'm leaving these motherf**ers stuck
Cause I'm just a nut from the street leaving 'em deep in the dirt
And as long as you sleep I'm a keep doing Dirty Work