Phat Kat - Dirty Glove lyrics

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Phat Kat - Dirty Glove lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm so different no it's not code written this forbidden Into your Brains no forgetting the whole getting capoodle podles die When they throw pits in the pit the pit in your stomach got bubble and and sh** That's fear my money smelling like last year matter of fact the year before that Business man with a renaissance rap i go in my briefcase rock em to sleep for peace sake Then they reminisce over them my god My games way above the rim you can say this style is jumping out the gym Am tim duncan on you hoes list something that they grow it's something you should know You did nothing for a hoe i spill yo pumpkin with a foe with a side jaw Doggy goes before nightfall trust me you don't want to get you life started in the dirty glove In the dirty glove ain't it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak sh** Am nothing nice i bust i break all rules on fake cruise smack the skin off your face have you crying the blues she crazy they put it on the six o'clock news as drama This is what i bring if you don't pay them dues Silly n***as you need to do your research see how this heat work Put your goofy a** face on a t shirt n***as mine they baby mama f** me first Really they need to thank me cause the way they does work Am t and t with short fuse to strike quick and n***as that talking slick start picking yo casket Am a grown a** man with that hot spit so it's deeper than rap sh** f** around get your mouth wide nose broke and head split That blast from the pump will left you virtually faceless You wishing that you didn't even say sh** But you're a grown man you love to take risks Ronny yu and G S you p**y holes go will hate this In the dirty glove ain't it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak sh** Trial of the troop let's separate all the doo's from the don'ts and motion through The city where you never should speak unless spoken to Look around everybody tryin to put it down feeling like Everybody crooked now villain type clutching on my skin and still Am feeling a fight coming on with my light seeing all And a stable table that turns with every storm Catching me not holding this rare form You've been warned it's a message through the song Cuz shell shock i learned on hells block where they dabbled in d** and splatter the walls and tell cops In the dirty glove ain't it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak sh** In the dirty glove ain't it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak sh** Shut it down

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