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Ay world, this Streets 101

I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon

And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music
Hey hey hey hey hey

Now on my life, I'm livin dirty

And I'ma keep it until I'm gone dirty

So where you at dirty? where you at dirty?

Where they at dirty? Where they at dirty?
This the new improved hoop hop

I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the walk

Dirty run his mouth til the album drop

Why's that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block

I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block

And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the block

And he'll come through and let it rain on the block

And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block

I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted

Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real

I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty

Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke

I can show you my dick you can show me your throat

If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4

If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo'
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Now I wish a nigga would run up like that

Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back

And niggas talk shit but i don't like that

Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that

And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit
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Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch

And if I had two i'd touch a bitch

In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit

And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it

And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it

Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it

Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics

And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown

I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round

You ain't heard i'm the troop now

By the fact, hook gonna break it down
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Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single

Left the game now the whole world miss me

Freak this bitch like homegirl missy

Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy

Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me

Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky

All i say is to them dudes come get me

Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy

Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public

Girl even choke in public,

Got dough so that's why i'm so republic

Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic

I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore

So you got snitched on by the cona-whore

Show us or show her ass what these guns are for

Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for
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