Lyrics What It Is - Dirty

What It Is

Niggas quick talk behind my back like that’s suppose to hurt me
They don’t want no real beef cause them niggas actin' turkey
They ain’t got the guts to bring it to my face
They’ll rather come sideways and sneak it on a tape
But I’ma tell ya just how you put 'em in their place
Next time they tryin' to hate, tell them niggas that they fake
I let 'em know, they don’t want it they can get it any day
But they’ll rather hide and be quiet 'bout what they say
Approach me with that bullshit, I bet I’ll clear the way
Unload a whole full clip… of fifty out the case
See, most of y’all rookies, but I promise I’ll spray
I ain’t playin' with you pussies, where you stand is where you lay
A lot of niggas talk shit, till you find out where they stay
Then them niggas act bitch when you shootin' up the place
«Keep my name out your moth», You heard up on the last track folks
It’s either that or get your jaw cracked and your back broke
When you see me, nigga tell me how you fill — fuck-nigga
When you see me, nigga tell me what it is — fuck-nigga
Stop holdin', nigga get off your chest — off your chest
Stop holdin', nigga get off your chest — off your chest
I’m real fuck-nigga, I ain’t never been a hoe
And if I was fuck-nigga, be a man and let me know
In my face, why you talkin' shit behind closed doors
Meet my place, 4900 Cyprus Cove
Get the pressure off your chest, let it show my nigga
And better yet, when you see me throw them blows my nigga
If you real and I got bread, I owe you fuck-nigga
You say you trill come take like a soldier fuck-nigga
Man it’s funny… how everything they got to say (got to say)
Ain’t revealed till them Dirty Boyz ride away (ride away)
Certain niggas got a problem, but I’ma solve it
When I snatch the pistol grip out my baby mama’s closet
I’m so nice, the way I pop that 9' and the 'K
But more precise, the way I cock that 4 on side your face
You’d think I’m wrong if a nigga up and run in your house
Runnin' your tongue, don' got a lot of niggas shot in the mouth