Dirt

[Intro: DJ Premier & Big Shug] DJ Premier: Ayo, what up, Shug? Big Shug: What's popping kid, what's going down DJ Premier: I got a question, yo, do you ever do dirt, man? Big Shug: Man you already know the answer to that [Intro: Big Shug] Yeah, one two, one two Big Shug, Big Shug Ha Hold me down What We get down and dirty, grimy, what [Scratches by DJ Premier] "Dirty" "I advise you to tell us where the cash is" [Verse 1: Big Shug] I bounce checks and tote tecs Left chumps twice my size flat on the deck From the rough fisticuffs, knuckle game supreme Always took it to them streets for the stacks of cream Muscle the hustlers, fuck the diplomacy The more money to get, the more money for me See, I held tre pound pain to brains Left people shaking to death in pee stains Insane? I guess when I was smoking that shit Suitcase money and a bedroom full of bricks I smacked fathers and brothers for fronting But I never hit no sister or mother for nothing, respect I know where the bodies lay low In places where most men are scared to go But I won't turn states on records and tapes So the secrets will stay all the way to my grave I took weight from London to Japan And returned to Murderpan still the man Don't get it twist by the jewels and whip Most of my life, I hustled for material shit Fuck what you thought, I'm far from rich But when that day comes, I refuse to switch But you'll be gunning for me then Cause I got two more years to outlive my sins I like puddin on some DL shit But I never swung dick to a Porky-The-Pig-looking bitch For me, I do what work And if it don't work, then I return to do dirt My word [Hook: Scratches by DJ Premier] "Now get low when I do dirt" "I do a lot of dirty shit" "Dirty" "I advise you to tell us where the cash is" "Now get low when I do dirt" [Verse 2: Smiley The Ghetto Child] I keep dirt in my drawers, got the four in the draw I was filthy on tour, robbing rich for the poor Uptown to score from the papi store Act like I brought the soda, but it's really the raw In them dirty pins with trifling gents Some niggas rob their moms just to get a hit Dirty lawyers, dirty cops, even scheme on plots You can pay a filthy judge just to skip and leave town I ain't underground, I'm under the underground With worms and germs, where the fire don't burn I pollute my lungs like a Russian sun Yeah rats in subways, dirty gun trays I'm dirty like the corner that's infested with the rest of it Cause God never blessed it, my lungs stay congested I'm filthy like the [?] when your ass get arrested And dirty like a gun with no member when I test it [Hook] [Verse 3: Hannibal Stax] Straight out of Brooklyn where we get to them, hustling Scrambling through boroughs and states, no escape, trapped within my actions in Learned to do dirt when y'all was learning how to backspin Blew shots at niggas for the love of how the barrel spin Cheated on my girl cause bitches found me attractive By the age of 13, I was heavily crime active Now I travel the path that's narrow within But wear my frown, throw that upside-down devilish grin Still looked at as the crook that sneak the metal in Once even poisoned my own fam in the effort to win Down my regrets in [?], poker bets, and gin Let's not talk about stress, I don't know where to begin All I know is when it came to ends, I robbed an old time friend Ran to him recently and made amends But if worst comes to worst, I'ma rob him again If it's work, I'm getting dirty, I meant no need to pretend Fuck the bullshit [Hook] [Outro: Big Shug] One thing I hate is some straight fake motherfuckers who really ain't got no idea on what's real So they're living a fantasy world and they think that's what it's all about But they don't really know what's really real