Lil Fame, Termanology, Styles P, Busta Rhymes - Play Dirty lyrics
[Lil Fame, Termanology, Styles P, Busta Rhymes - Play Dirty lyrics]
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Termanology, Fizzy Wo, Ghost Styles P
Busta Rhymes
It's the God I'm focused
I'm one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and
Cover your car with roses
I'm one of the last poets
To science and math knowers
Combined with my clash flow
It's a crime that I'm passed over
I roll with the hardest soldiers
Stay low when the don approaches
I cover your heart and roast it
And wait on your mama's sofa
I shoot up your daughter's stroller
I told you my heart is polar
Unload a barrage of coker and
Cover up the largest boulders
I'm from the law we known as
The hood where they hardly sober
The holster to carry
The toaster is always on the shoulder
I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip
Leave body frozen
And I zip up you mighty goons
In the river your body goes
Don't make use the razor to show
You my fruit's of labor
Not even your crew could save you
You get in the booth I slay ya
Kicked out a housing
For flipping and wilding
It's the Puerto Rican kid with
The guns that look Italian
Man hand me my motherfucking strap
FALL BACK! I'm 'bout to run up on
These niggas like OG Wax
And get it popping with my weapon in palm
I am the rawest footage you ever seen
Since the death of Saddam COME ON!
I still do it jumbo still gung-ho
My flow is a ticket to the gun show
Front row, Y'ALL KNOW! I should've been out
They askin me to slim down
Tell them bitches kick rocks
Big niggas is in now
Marksmen regime and I'm down for the wig out
Kids starve the fuck out
Welcome to the rough house!
Yellow bus status since special
Ed had it made
Start a mosh pit, stampede barricade
CUT TO YOU THE SAGA, the saga of the Ville
Fuck niggas heads up like the
Barber of the ville
MO-P to the death, still 7: 30
And I keep my hands dirty
Cause I play dirty, nIGGA!
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Hands stay dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty (Ghost)
Only time my gun show off is
When my gun go off
Fuck around and get your tongue blown off
Get shot from point blank
Lil' nigga the joint stank
Kush and cookies in a big
Barrel you looking in it
Room full of niggas
I figured you was the pussy in it
I was dead right, this is lead life
Raised on the block, I was trained
To shoot at your head, right
Handling left handed, two guns up
No one is left standing
And I quarter back bullets
Like the next Manning or Drew Breeze
And motherfucker could you please
Come off the money
And the jewels or get your food freezed
And ate later
I look forward to my 9s like an 8th grader
Love is love, hate later (hate later)
Cause I'm busy doing Ghost shit (Ghost)
P butter, I toast shit
Yo, when I step in the building
Niggas often display a
Behavior that's defensive
I ain't interested in victims
I victimize the collective
If you look from my perspective
And handling situations (BRRRR)
Eliminate every type of retaliation
Despite your imagination
And in light of being funny
I beat your bones broke with a
Bag of bricks full of money, wHAT?
Derek Lam mansions, many Ferarri flavors
With humans with properties
On top of mountains is my neighbors
Until the fruit basket rapping
Ass niggas do disappear i'm eating with
Reps from Microsoft negotiating shares
On a private plane palace drinking
Starbucks in the Lear
I'm on a private plane styling getting
Washed up in the rear
By two twin Dominicans while the
Pilots rip up the throttle
They fuss a little bit about
Who gon' polish the nozzle
Burial, I'm on my everything
I wear black shit
While I come to eat your food
All my niggas came hear to clap shit
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Termanology, Fizzy Wo, Ghost Styles P
Busta Rhymes
It's the God I'm focused
I'm one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and
Cover your car with roses
I'm one of the last poets
To science and math knowers
Combined with my clash flow
It's a crime that I'm passed over
I roll with the hardest soldiers
Stay low when the don approaches
I cover your heart and roast it
And wait on your mama's sofa
I shoot up your daughter's stroller
I told you my heart is polar
Unload a barrage of coker and
Cover up the largest boulders
I'm from the law we known as
The hood where they hardly sober
The holster to carry
The toaster is always on the shoulder
I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip
Leave body frozen
And I zip up you mighty goons
In the river your body goes
Don't make use the razor to show
You my fruit's of labor
Not even your crew could save you
You get in the booth I slay ya
Kicked out a housing
For flipping and wilding
It's the Puerto Rican kid with
The guns that look Italian
Man hand me my motherfucking strap
FALL BACK! I'm 'bout to run up on
These niggas like OG Wax
And get it popping with my weapon in palm
I am the rawest footage you ever seen
Since the death of Saddam COME ON!
I still do it jumbo still gung-ho
My flow is a ticket to the gun show
Front row, Y'ALL KNOW! I should've been out
They askin me to slim down
Tell them bitches kick rocks
Big niggas is in now
Marksmen regime and I'm down for the wig out
Kids starve the fuck out
Welcome to the rough house!
Yellow bus status since special
Ed had it made
Start a mosh pit, stampede barricade
CUT TO YOU THE SAGA, the saga of the Ville
Fuck niggas heads up like the
Barber of the ville
MO-P to the death, still 7: 30
And I keep my hands dirty
Cause I play dirty, nIGGA!
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Hands stay dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty (Ghost)
Only time my gun show off is
When my gun go off
Fuck around and get your tongue blown off
Get shot from point blank
Lil' nigga the joint stank
Kush and cookies in a big
Barrel you looking in it
Room full of niggas
I figured you was the pussy in it
I was dead right, this is lead life
Raised on the block, I was trained
To shoot at your head, right
Handling left handed, two guns up
No one is left standing
And I quarter back bullets
Like the next Manning or Drew Breeze
And motherfucker could you please
Come off the money
And the jewels or get your food freezed
And ate later
I look forward to my 9s like an 8th grader
Love is love, hate later (hate later)
Cause I'm busy doing Ghost shit (Ghost)
P butter, I toast shit
Yo, when I step in the building
Niggas often display a
Behavior that's defensive
I ain't interested in victims
I victimize the collective
If you look from my perspective
And handling situations (BRRRR)
Eliminate every type of retaliation
Despite your imagination
And in light of being funny
I beat your bones broke with a
Bag of bricks full of money, wHAT?
Derek Lam mansions, many Ferarri flavors
With humans with properties
On top of mountains is my neighbors
Until the fruit basket rapping
Ass niggas do disappear i'm eating with
Reps from Microsoft negotiating shares
On a private plane palace drinking
Starbucks in the Lear
I'm on a private plane styling getting
Washed up in the rear
By two twin Dominicans while the
Pilots rip up the throttle
They fuss a little bit about
Who gon' polish the nozzle
Burial, I'm on my everything
I wear black shit
While I come to eat your food
All my niggas came hear to clap shit
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty
I'm on that old paper chase 'til
The day that I blow
My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty
Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty
'cause I play dirty