Woodie - Dirty Deeds lyrics

This pressure's got me stressing
Never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these
Questions in my mind in time will I feel the
Repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth
Now that my punishment begins?

Yoc what? Your Glock what? yeah you
Better take a shot punk
Cause ain't no turning back when
You flaunt your strap
Leave your cap peeled when I dump chump
When the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes
Ammunition dishing out in rows
Keep foes in check with effect
When I rip their neck when I let loose hoe
Deuce-0 block props got cops on our jocks
But popping shots will not stop
Slap a scrap off the map when I tap
His back when I blast a black chop
Aftershock liquefies my brain and mary
Jane invades my veins
To maintain and hang when I gang bang
Inflict pain when I sprinkle grains
Cane drain
Coats my throat when I off choke smoke
Approach the roach til it's all she wrote
Smoke dope and rap twist caps and try
To cope with rats backstabbing folks
That's why I stay high off dosher
Remain a Yoc town soldier
Exposure to shady times gots
My mind anti-sober
Gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days
Hazed by norte ways it's not a phase
Steady amazed on how
Things changed-rearranged
But it ain't no thang
Still hang and claim with my real folks
It's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks
Hit your block with a chop and peel throats
Blast with a mask and let these skills show
Let me fell your repents when I
Let thirty do you dirty
Folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this
It's scandalous for Shirley
That girly got me numb for 781 redrum
Ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when
The sights tight up on your lungs
Pump your chest with an SKS and bless
Your dome with a tre-eight chrome
Murder zone created
Stated when the funk is on

This pressure's got me stressing
Never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these
Questions in my mind in time will I feel the
Repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth
Now that my punishment begins?

I'm strapped with a black snub tre-eight
Packed with a hundred and
Twenty-five plus grains
That extra load with a hollow
Swallow your last breath when it touch brains
These bloodstains of enemies are the sins
Of me livin' that Yoc life
But until I die it's a lie
That's why fifty got my gang in the spotlight
Breakin' 'em off in different fashions
Maybe I'll shank 'em, maybe I'll blast 'em
The punk ass five-o, rats and rivals
Kindle my homicidal passion I'm mashin'
For that everlastin' twentieth
Street I'm ridin'
Confidin' in myself, Lil' bird and L's
Everybody else testifyin', soon dyin'
Tryin' to keep my freedom
If I don't beat the pigs
I'll live in a cell, no bail
Doin' 25 with an "L"
I'd rather get murdered and go to hell
I bail thru the cuts of the
Yoc in a lark on rally's
Backstreet alleys allow me to shake the spot
And pursue my plots of
Gangbangin' in northern Cali
Co co county's hella shady
Somebody's catchin' 3 strikes daily
I gotta maintain, let my nuts hang
Use my brain and make this lifestyle pay me
Fade me? I don't think so
Wipe your memory with a single
Shot from a tre-five-sev
Vibration make my fingers tingle i speak
That Yoc-town lingo and
Mingle with northerners
Who've blown up the spot, got the Yoc hot
Kickin' up enormous dust
Discuss nothin' straight bustin' upon your
Click thought I wasn't
As pistol chambers rearranges guts
This shit gets disgustin'
With all these homiez switchin' up I'm
Not quite sure who to trust
So I just follow my gut and let it be known
For the Norte side I bust

This pressure's got me stressing
Never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these
Questions in my mind in time will I feel the
Repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth
Now that my punishment begins?