DOAP NIXON - Get Dirty lyrics

rate me

Whadup Doap?

We here now, fuckin' onionheads

Fuckin' smash ya grandma with a vase

I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps

I'm tryna talk shit like you Doap

Yeah, AOTP, Lost Cauze, Doap Nix

I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin' soon as the shit drop?

We gon' try it like this

Yo, let's get dirty like a thug hammerin' that buss

Like the sand and the dust, like raw blood on animal tusk

Niggas think they sweets till they strangled and slumped

Real niggas don't fold, I neva ran with no chumps

They demandin' from us, dunn we need to go check that

Bring hell to any mothafucka who don't respect that

Their hands is vicious, right cross connect that

Try me and my fam, you stand where you left at

West P, till the death where I rep at

Youngaz is bangin' and sellin' crack where you rest at

This a death trap, but it's how we survive

Neva take my kindness for weakness, it's highly unwise

I show love to people who took advantage

Look me in my face and lie, now you gotta face the hammer

It's dead in ya face, I put 'em dead in his place

I'll leave 'em dead and disgrace

Cause what he said outta his face

Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that

It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze

Sour Diesel, where the weed at?

Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that

It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze

Sour Diesel, where the weed at?

Let's get dirty niggas

(From the block to the stage)

Let's get dirty niggas

(From the glock to the guage)

Let's get dirty niggas

(From the corners that pitch)

(To the kids out the 'burbs lovin' life cause they rich)

Ayo, keep a nine on you and watch niggas that learn off you

Keep ya mind open cause mothafuckaz will turn on you

It's funny how I put my words together

I burn the track like Nascar that's how I earn my cheddar

You earn plaques off a simple raps

Look I can't go commercial I done been thru scraps

Try turn on me, neva see me talkin' to rats

If it's my turn to burn I'll think the coffin is wack

Put an urn on me, keep my name outta ya mouth

If ya man a bitch keep his date outta my house

Cause I'll turn on you

Look my flow been past you, neva try to test me

I'm so ready, nigga ask whoeva

And my hood's shady, still bars couldn't save me

Born crazy, I was torn as a baby

My pops left me, so my postbox empty

Box lefty, right hand glock empty

Do not tempt me

Blocka! Hit 'em up, give it up

And everything in the crib, we bout to split up

The break is over for the glarin' spittin'

The hood needs me, niggas bout to handle they bizness

And the streets want Nixon to break jaws

For that change, I'm a give more bars then the state charge

Still smack niggas for eight bars

Got vets in the game, tellin' me it's bout time that I take charge

So suck it up, or see the butt of the ratchet

Helly Hansen and Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket

I'm a made men and I'm not from SP

But I still drag ya ass 50 miles on a Jet-ski

Nickname Nicko Pesci, been around killers

Spendin' their days gettin' pickled off wet leaves

So show love or show ya pistol

You went out like a puss'

So I'm a cock it back then kiss you

And Reef knows right where to put you

Somewhere out in South Philly

What's I'll ain't nobody gon' miss you

Yo it's QD and AOTP

Add D O A P and Reef the nigga that spells beef