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Текст песни Rappin` Ron and Ant Diddley Dog f Mr. Il - Dirty Work

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[Mr. Ill]I beat repeat offenders, they end up with they back splitAnd ass-backwards, when I let the mac clickAnd "Aww shit" is what they sayThree strikes you`re out apparently, you thought I was playing?But I weigh in at a tonA scuffle left you muffled cause I had to get my gunAnd Mr. Snuffalufugus couldn`t snort thisCause Oakland, California got funk like shitAnd it hits just like a Tyson blowWell can`t you see that Mr. Ill`s got the nicest flow?Well now you know, that hoes get crept up on toSo what you gonna do when I creep up on you?Cause if I keep a few to myself, you`ll never knowRepeat offenders get bent like fenders when I`m on the go, hide your doughOr I`m a get my stab on, huh and leave you bloody buddy like some tamponsSo get your ass on before I turn the gas on and get my smash onNiggas better dash, holmes, before I get my blast onCause open arms will be waitingSin`s my friend, and I`m kin to Satan, I`m debatingWhether or not you can keep your weight in, and tastingMC`s like bloods for dinner, I beat repeat offendersThey end up hurting for perping, so throw the fucking curtainCause it`s straight Dirty Work, man[Seagram]Straight from the East Bay, home of the AK sprayMake way for the S-E-AG, O.G. BallerLate night night crawler, 69th shot callerBody hauler, so label me the grim reaperPlay your dome, see the gameLead it with the 60-shot heaterThe Seagster is back, you can`t knock itHere to straight tax, you niggas that`s outta pocketClocking a grip is a must, and living plushCheck me as I rush another buster to the dust, plusMy crew has more Braves than AtlantaUzi`s got diarrehea, can`t be stopped with MylantaNot from Tampa, but from the BayAnd I`m a Buccaneer, AK spray, so duck when I`m nearFear, or come up missingListen when I catch you on my missionYou`ll be found by someone fishingAin`t no provisions or precautions I`m causingHavoc, tragic, terror, there`ll be no errorsOr flaws when I`m on the crawl, through allWeather, the ball wedger, making niggas pallbearersI dare a featherwieght to fuck with this heavyweightThen I have to shake and bake and hit him with his mac AKIn his face, paint the walls with his blood walkingOver niggas like a rug, never dropping dudsI`m from the hood of AK`s and ski masksNiggas out of pocket ain`t getting ghetto passesBlasted, is how you`ll be greeted, from theFully auto mag, niggas want some staticBetter call for help cause you gon` need itCause I`m a unleash it, window downOn the trey AK spit with minor jerkBetter duck or get caught up in the Dirty Work[Ant Diddley Dog]I ain`t got shit to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anywaySo I use my survival tecniques in many waysShit if a nigga ever hustles, why not cut some rocks?And if ever a nigga try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots?Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts, in the back of my headReady to stack `em up dead, I hate leaving the house without packing a bledI got the heart of a killer in meI`ve inhaled so much bomb smoke that I can fill a chimmenyMan they should have never let me looseCause that crazy shit don`t faze me, bitch, it just kept me juicedCrack selling, blackmailing and making presidentsAnd I ain`t hesitant to burglarize your residenceYeah it`s that villian and I`m thinking of jacking tonightAnother killer cause my money ain`t stacking too rightDown on my luck, I`m stuck cause my pockets is flatYeah I got my gat, so why the fuck do I have to stop why I act?I got one motherfucking chance, buddyAnd my intentions is to get my damn hands muddyHer man`s bloody cause I`m nutty when I start searchingKilling niggas is my job and I`m hard working, foolI`m up all night with an early riseWaking up, twisting up motherfuckers like some curly fries, yeahI`m trying to ride drop-top Vettes slammingUtilizing these bitches with high credit cards that be check scammingYeah, some motherfucking Eastside thangsSo blaze up a fat sack and let your G ride swangI`m in the game from the town and I`m stacking plentyA gangsta-ass nigga with that macking in meSo if a nigga try to run up, I`m a hurt him firstAnd let him know I`m a G at this Dirty Work[Too $hort]W-O-R-K, I got a gang of hoes that like to work all dayAnd if you think that shit ain`t all rightI got some more hoes that like to work all nightBut that`s not the point, I`m trying to makeMy shit is so funky, got you buying my tapesYear after year and I still ain`t stoppedGot millions of fans and I still ain`t popAnd I come so real, bitch, you can`t stopMy motherfucking track record, you can faint and dropAnd I wouldn`t give a fuck cause I`m nothing but a dog, bitchAnd you`re nothing but a slut, want all dickBut this nigga named $hort don`t fuck for freeNo punk-ass bitches coming up on meAnd no nigga can tell me what to do with my lifeCan`t talk about $hort, you`re brand new on the micMe and all my potnas got bitches, foolAnd I be spitting on the mic about the shit we doI be a broke-ass pimp on the 31stBut tomorrow I be putting in some Dirt Work, bitch[Rappin` Ron]Ron`s doing dizzert, leaving them niggas hizzurtRunning up with that punk shit, thinking that bootsy shit workFucking with them busters and you think that your back`s gotThe only thing that`s got my back is this 16-shot black lockAnd Ron is one of them niggas you can`t fuck with, so fuck thatEvery time you bust bitch, I duck quick and bust backIf you want some motherfucking funk nigga, come and get thisAnd watch your ass fall like the London BridgesYou run with bitches, you just another suckerRun up and fuck with us and you can suffer, motherfuckerAnd let me emphasize that I don`t emphathizeStraight to your brain til the pain intensifiesAnd if the cops hit my block, and they stopping to jockFuck it, then I`m packing a glock, and popping a cop and watching him dropI`m not finna stop, fuck 5-oh, fuck task, fuck the FedsAll you suckers buckle cause you fucking with a knuckleheadI kick your ass like Jim CarterAnd bust your motherfucking head wide open like a pinataAnd all them finks who ratted me off and tried to jinxHit them niggas block with the street sweeperAnd now they whole crew extinctI ain`t playing, what I`m saying is that I`m spraying with a gatFucking laing my AK and lay him on his backLay him flat, fucked up from the rat-tat-tat-tatSee my straps is ready to buck, soo all you saps get ready to buckI`m giving a, fuck, Ron`s about to fuck `em upBuck a uppercut or buck, I`m leaving these motherfuckers stuckCause I`m just a nut from the street leaving `em deep in the dirtAnd as long as you sleep I`m a keep doing Dirty Work

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