Play Dirty

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1: Termanology] 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 fruits 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 [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] 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! [Chorus] 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) [Verse 3: Styles P] 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 [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] 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... [Chorus] 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