Dirt All By My Lonely

"Hey!" "Can't nobody hold me.." [Treach] So niggas wan' take it there, huh? Heh.. See y'all don't know what the fuck goin' on I know what time it is though [Verse 1: Treach] It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno Rise in my eyes, these twin 9s 'll make 'em learn though You poppin, plottin, plannin, half-steppin', threatenin' The streets clap loud like like thunderclouds with the weapon I'm steppin', to clarify, lookin' with the hawk In the arrow eye, turn the biggest part of your ass Into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga Tie yo' bitch to the shitter, nigga, throw yo' stinkin' ass By the liver nigga, need beef, I rag fags Scream peace, get dragged dad Gettin' busy like Rasheed street in Baghdad Havin' your kids askin' "Why did they have to drag dad?" Past cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast Way above the rim, word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin' niggas actin nerdy Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely, fuck with this Doin' hits with more clutch, than the stick, so come on [Hook: Treach] I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony Pass the mask, one deep, yeah the only Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger Rollin', patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!" "Can't nobody hold me.. I do my dirt all by lonely" Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger Rollin', patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar [Verse 2: Vinnie] See I'm a one man dynasty; motherfucker Every artist on your label don't equal half of me Rippin' lyrics like they supposed to be Most'll be plottin' dreamin' and schemin' to get close to me Cause I spit shit, rip shit quick, and I'm sick with Lyrics to mash that ass is what I'm equipped with So fine-tune that bullshit, bring your best competitor I'll be on that ass as if I was a fuckin' creditor Niggas wanna battle at a show, yeah I'll set it up I go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow and leave it wetted up My time to hypnotize you, OK? Never disrespectin' the laws of Nature -- Obey Yo' Thirst Vin Rock'll serve as the quenchin' Here's the last thing I'd like to mention That when it's time to set it off, trust me son I ain't the motherfuckin click, I'm the motherfuckin one I do my dirt all by my lonely.. [Verse 3: Treach] I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more But don't need nar' a motherfucker when it's time for the war Some of these niggas on the streets be actin' so sweet Talkin' 'bout stalkin' black like it ain't gon' get back to me (What?) What about them MCs after me (hahahaha) Come see the first rappers laid flat on Banned From TV Part 3 in 3-D, shot right in Jersey On the corner with the goners lookin' straight up at me (whoo!) So fuck prolongin', I'm way past the strongarmin' Played himself tonight, so he'll be gone by the morning Sneak up, creep up, you out of pocket, the rule's no second chance Lift a bitch out his shoes, watch the news [Hook 2x]