Dark Lo and V Don - Doing Dirt Pt. 2

My conscience had me cornered, you took the shit for jokes,
When I warned it, then it came true, I'll be on it,
My man came through, he popcorned it,
Caught case, mom say doggone it,
Dime was cookin', let me talk on it,
Officer can you lose the cuffs,
He got no proof, but he knew it's us,
Blew his head cause he knew too much,
Baby mom weird and she do too much,
I whipped it once, then I flew the truck,
We at the range aiming,
I groom and shoot it, it was basic training, y
You asked about me, know
I'm maintaining, got the work, then I Wu-Tang it,
Ran to the strip, then I Hussein it,
Kids hungry, who's to blame it,
Don't lie to us, they say it's parents, it was obvious,
Fed case, they John Gotti'd us,
In other words body dust, a bunch of lies,
Probably us, they snatched this girl, then they tied him up,

Doing dirt metal with you,
Moving work, that's what letters get you,
You niggas pussies, I could never get you,
Keep it on, it's more better with you,
Sturdy nigga ritual, make me curb, you nigga rip you,
Doing dirt metal with you,
Moving work, that's what letters get you,
You niggas pussies, I could never get you,
Keep it on, it's more better with you,
Sturdy nigga ritual, make me curb, you nigga rip you,

Written by:
Charles Salley, Tivon Key

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