D Flow - Straight Dirt lyrics

Straight dirt (straight dirt) Halloween Part 74 (we see you, we see you) Myke Miers (yeah, Myk** Miers) G.D. (G.D. yo) A.G. (A.G. baby) .. Yeah y'all Myke Miers Uh, yo uh, throwin some dirt L.A., California (I see y'all, I see y'all, I see y'all!) [A.G.] It's A.G., legendary already, j**els is heavy Bet every penny, go against us you'll get buried Give the drummer some, watch these brothers come correct Take sh** from none of them, make hits like Run and them From the Bronx where these nosy hoes be I rep New York like Pat Ewing, shine in Cali like Kobe Address every issue like my b**h do And drop bombs like Terry Nichols G.D. is the set to rep that make it official Wack n***as with hot beats - I should take it and diss you My format is like makin a pistol Bust it and reload it, b**hes s** it and deep throat it Rode the train on Elayne, we f**ed, and we bolted You ain't gangster, I called his bluff, and he folded From the Bronx to Carson My n***as wear braids and rock perms like Sharpton Either way the gauge'll blaze when I spark 'em Me and Myke Miers, tight like pliers And like Midas I got the touch And after the show I got to f**, we dirty [Hook: Myk** Miers] Aiyyo who want some get some The fo' of us we be all up in yo' sh** son You actin like you can't get it and you get done It's G.D. and Myke Miers get yo' click hung Aiyyo you want some get some The fo' of us we be all up in yo' sh** son You actin like you can't get it and you get done It's G.D. and Myke Miers in yo' system ("we get dirty") [Myk** Miers] Yo I'm the mad one with a magnum I blast some - and leave the rest to ransom The sk**s you have none, I have some, I have plenty You ask any, MC that goin against me And they'll tell you, "Dog you ain't even got a chance" My vocal tone alone leaves you in a trance Hypnotic, I gets it jumpin like hydraulics Keepin you high like chronic, n***a who want it? If you fronted you get haunted like October 31st I k** wannabe MC's with one f**in verse And make 'em never pick up a mic again I'm frightenin, Myke Miers strikes again MC's bite like Tyson and, get suspended And it'll be a year before they fight again Then when asked if they'll fight again Say they went through counselin so they could pick up a mic again Myke Miers and A.G., it's all gravy Out for them "Dead Presidents" like Jay-Z, yo [Hook] [G.D. - D-Flow] Notice the pose by my DICK n***a The sh** be realer than jail life Straight torture make a n***a yell twice I reminisce on dead peeps, as the time pa** Instead of toastin it up, I break the wine gla** As my nine blast for the lost soul I spit Colder than strip, Mo' is to sip and dough is to flip I heard a bird flock, flow is the sh** b**h you gotta f** the crew cause you the ho in the clique Me and Myke Miers, choke n***as who spite wires G.D. f'real about it, y'all n***as be type quiet [G.D. - Party Arty] Y'all funny, twenty bars is car money Y'all hungry, but your sk**s is far from me Allah brung me, we get dirty but y'all bummy Clothes all bummy, nose all runny I hit you in the chest with this fo'-fo' money f** trickin, these pigeons get no dough from me Type to, murder your family, then plead insanity My man's and me whylin on Fantasy Island, we plan to be [Hook]