| Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
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| We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown
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| (Boroughs, ya’ll niggas better know it’s something) Wu-Tang, bitch
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| (Get ya fuckin' head punched ya fuckin' shoulders, duke
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| This is how we do, everyday, blast through your motherfuckin' speaker, nigga)
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| Bastards!
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| Uh, we be so caked up, ya’ll best wake up
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| It’s just us and we livin' this up
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| We sip that cognac, then lean far back
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| It’s just us, and we flippin' the truck
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| Don’t be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
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| When them coroners, pickin' you up
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| First you was in a black tux, now you all axed up
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| You smashed what, like you givin' it up
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| I’m good with them free throws, like I play ball
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| When the war is on, it’s McGirt that you call
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| The last man standing, heavy with the cannon
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| Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin'
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| Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin'
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| And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt
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| While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
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| (To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be here for you baby)
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| I’m not gonna stop til I’m under the dirt
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| You can never be as half as me
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| Cuz one thing’ll lead to another, cock sucker, melt ya knees
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| And make sure that your casket’s deep
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| Cuz my trigger finger’s itchin' like Athlete’s feet
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| So stand wise, when you meet the chief
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| And watch your movements in the circle of the ultra-beast
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| I’m that nigga that’ll culture speak
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| Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die, divorce your peeps
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| It get’s worse on the down reaking
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| So please, dog, do you a favor, move from around me
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| Cuz I set my boundaries, you wanna know where I’m from
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| Ask Bust' where he found me, true B
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| Paper chasin', Franklin' raping
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| And for sure, I’m gonna make my statement
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| And believe that the shit is taken
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| Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations
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| We lay the law down, motherfucker
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| Big Moses in the motherfucker house
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| Any way that nigga go out, that’s how the nigga go out
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| Grand capo |