Letras:
The Dirty Heads Neighborhood

In my neighborhood I never sweat when I'm In my neighborhood I feel much better when I'm In my neighborhood I never sweat when I'm In my neighborhood

: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running

goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the

how to raise my daughter fuck you lady You critics wanna criticize but couldnt visualize Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing And Dirty

how to raise my daughter! fuck you lady! You critics wanna criticize but couldn't visualize Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing And Dirty

shooting dirty looks Home to the killer cops beating on my ass Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out Dawging on my neighborhood

: Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary With your .357, officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top, boots got

I seen a hundred bricks Started on a corner now a nigga 106 Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine

journey from a dirty hallway, to the Hall of Fame Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater