Back in the Air

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase Friday night–got drunk, used to pee in the staircase Hopin' a cop might slip, I'm never known to drop the clip You cop the Fifth, nigga, I'll pop the fifth I show no mercy, dunk like a bar of Hershey Call my gun, Lil' Seymour, bitch! I'm Big Percy A Dapper Dan fan who will clap a man For 5 grand of small bills wrapped in a rubberband Then lay up in a fat pair of titties – my bitch is so saditty This is Dirt McGirt, ho, not P. Diddy! All we got in common is the money! The only thing I want is the money! You see my face on the wall of every precinct Bitches keep your pussy decent, I'm juvenile delinquent The guns that I creep with, they whisper, in secret Only bitch that peep it is the one that I sleep with – nih-huh! [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Ghostface Killah)] A lotta niggas wanna dust me off Bad bitches wanna suck me off Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here And Dirt McGirt back in the air All my gangstas – where ya at? (Where ya at?!) Throw your guns up and make them clap (Make them clap!) Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped? And the bitch betta have my money (Aiyyo!) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo – the bitch better have your money and mine 'Cause if she don't, we both gon' double-team that bitch from behind And for them niggas outside screamin' that "Somebody gotta die" shit, same dudes on the cop's dick This is Tone, y'all niggas be frontin' And most of y'all niggas don't got no guns Borrowed your man's shit, how's that for a bum? Dum-dums emptied out a punzón – So, see, mane? See ahk run See spots over my Reebok's, 'cause he got done Cheap shots fell out his weak Glock and he got stung My chief gun is a gangsta's protein Treat bitches with the utmost respect, like–gettin' wedded Tell 'em to–drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish With the dust-head men? We got good credit [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Ghostface Killah)] A lotta niggas wanna dust me off Bad bitches wanna suck me off Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here And Dirt McGirt back in the air All my gangstas – where ya at? Throw your guns up and make them clap Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped? And the bitch betta have my money [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Notorious Glock buster Cap peelin', block hustler Who slap hoes, who lack feelings Back building, crack dealing, black villain Had a taste for blood spillin', loves stealin' Any thing that twinkle bright to my eye sight Many nights I used to stare up–at the twilight And wonder to myself, if's there's a Heaven or Hell Been alone in these streets, since 11 or 12 On my own, I run buckwild in the West A knucklehead nigga, used to sleep in my vest Had no home, my Moms used to show me no lovin' Burn the crib down, tryna dry my shirt with the oven Now I'm exiled, destined for penal Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile Back on the block – knowledge to build, knowledge to kill Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steel [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] A lotta niggas wanna dust me off Bad bitches wanna suck me off Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here And Dirt McGirt back in the air All my gangstas – where ya at? Throw your guns up and make them clap Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped? And the bitch betta have my money