Showbiz & A.G. - Who's The Dirtiest? lyrics

[Verse One: Party Arty] Straight like that I'm the dirtiest n***a here What you don't know, n***a yeah I'm the one n***as fear, my n***as care About nothing, but you? About frontin When me and the track meet, it ain't about runnin Gunnin, verses at you, leave you stiff like a statue Riff and I'ma clap you, flip, son 'cause I had to Get at you dog, like DMX, leave you bloody like BMS Leavin in EMS [Verse Two: A.G.] I'm the dirtiest n***a here, and we can bet See me vibe with the n***as we respect And see the rest, peep the sketch It's seventy-four, raw as ever My design is to shine in any era My-I, f**s with G.I., the hood is crazy Got a n***a drinkin Dany and smokin ceejas Checkin my closest peeps on V.I.'s Giuliani and that RICO sh**, and me don't mix [Verse Three: D-Flow] Flow the dirtiest n***a here Blow Hershey in the air, you scared n***a wipe ya tears Even got snipers scared, tryna drink lighter beers Blaze more trees, play more freaks Rubbin they cheecks, nut on they sheets, f** on they beats Flow boo, you should know two things It's like I got two brains the way I do things Move 'caine, always wanted to f** a chick name 2Swing But I tell you about her later dog 'cause it's a group thing We up in blue flame, spittin sh**, chair me on Drink more beer than all, n***a fear the storm from here's on Who the dirtiest? Who the dirtiest? Where you at my n***a? I'm the dirtiest n***a here Rhymes never been washed, crimes never been solved G.D. is better than y'all Filthy, is how I be on a song I get dirty n***a so f** it, now I'm the Dirty Don Freak n***a, lookin hunt at her stairs Dick so hard feel like I got a gun in my pants If you f** me, you got to f** one of my mans Catch me runnin out a bank, with a gun in my hands [Verse Four: A.G.] I'm the dirtiest n***a here And I'll get grimy just to prove it Take your track and loop it, use it just to use it That's what you say, but I say That's not the way we do our music Love this sh** here, and won't abuse it Exclusive, on some Funkmaster or Clue sh** Move is like Eric Wright, can't write to no smooth sh** They lose it, when they hear me rap Roll deep, hold heat, Show beats is off the meat rack And all I know is crime and rhyme Hot like '97, drop in '98 - so I'm straight for '99 [Verse Five: Party Arty] I'm the dirtiest n***a here And you can hear it from a mile away I be around the way, drinkin Bacardi and Alizé In the black Benz pumpin Biggie sh** Get dirty, f** the jiggy sh** Straight from New York, my whole city spit See me on fifty-fifth, drinkin St. Ide's We call it Ide-it, still the same guy, G.D. affiliate While I'm in this game I got a mil' to get Filler sh**, Party Arty still'a spit Realler sh**, iller sh**, k**er sh** Hit you with three, on some real Reg' Miller sh** Just to let you know what I'm dealin with Who the dirtiest? I'm the dirtiest Who the dirtiest? I'm the dirtiest I'm the dirtiest, I'm the dirtiest Who the dirtiest? What.. I'm the dirtiest!