[M-Child] [Chorus] (Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch) She's a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, I heard your momma was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, I heard your
got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starvin,
your face in too! (OOH!) Racist bigot, you dirty demon (No!) Dig your eyes out while you screaming Drive your head into the concrete Use your forehead to paint the street Child
the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse
: I feel dirty and cheap like I'm built from the street Fresh blood and dead meat another child's been beat Yesterday is always too far away And all
cipher, youknowwhatI'msaying? It's also about to the black child which is the best part Ayo, son, represent Nas - Now I'm the average nigga in the street
into this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush
m nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out [U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch,
thru, the outcome is critical Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a
or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm
in the face when you speak to me You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me Seeking the, good sess material Asking when's my next video Bitch get
done, all I can do for the streets Humble now, waitin to see what the streets do for me Got a child so I'm like payin' support Still a child, now who
In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty orange carpet Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it And ride
Nina Ross wit out walkin funny style wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin
In the South Park smokin on some smoka On some smoka SO what youo sayin I'm down in club payin It's crunk I'm drunk Fucked up 'cause parlayin Chillin
[Big Punisher] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer [Fat Joe] Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch
