Mobb Deep - Dirt lyrics

rate me

Count it how it is or count it to the back

To rap was prison, our shit will be the super-max

No sunshine just dark skies, nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind

I got bad blood, mad love, only part of team know

One of us is the shutter now where the beef go

I ain’t see none of these niggas and we’re out here

Wanna be celebrity dogs, a lot of mouth yeah

Ooh my God we cannot be fuck with

Real shit you get a life all in a public, under the microscope they all watching us

We had no choose but to keep it trill, they chiding us

And if they wasn’t God always pay attention, don’t

I couldn’t live with myself, being pony, looking like life is a game

And I guess will be with it

Cuz this life that I made boy I set with ambition

Did they wanna do it what the voices pull me

On my air drums sudden then I knew I’ll shut him

Got me rallying with the retching like shit is legal

Looking for a victim put him in the feeding

Fuck is going on? When did I know all is on

The shit not really popping, I’m looking for a war

Looking out my window pointing shit like police

Don’t take …zipping on some…

Sick, got me buzzing, I’m already bugging, know what ...

That I drink the bottle and have to go

Fucking on my mind, I feel like by a pola…looking on the both shoulders

I woke up with blood on my hands

Fuck, I knew this time, now my niggas scared

I probably get the fucking test

Grab my fucking gun, a few clothes and I’m out of here

What’s going with your bone

Hey yo B better fucking with the BB

Got me ready to splash so tell ‘em be easy for me

I give ‘em shanks in the system bones

I got scars nigga, I lay balls, lay bros, lay lows

Rest a nigga like small, son you got damn mic

I fuck have that mind, I fuck banz, I live on tour

I raise e against shit, my gun got bling on it

Move like the mix thing got caught …be like a king for it

Breas not as your joke, get back to your whore

Get back to my statement today, I’m quick on the drum

Cock it, my name is swallow on street get back

I’m making bitch shower before she smile and see

Allow me, fresh banging be on side and get

And burn shit til the back on Christopher leagues

Fuck ‘em for reas I’m stick up all that dirty bag

That’s how who alarm the shit

Don’t turn it up blasting