Lyrics Dirty Work - Z-RO
All
you
sure
ass
niggas
out
here,
got
the
game
fucked
up
All
this
old
friendly
ass
shit,
nigga
Ain't
nothing
friendly
about
the
motherfucking
game
You
understand
me?
If
you
listen
I'ma
tell
you
right
Open
your
motherfucking
ears
Shit,
it
ain't
fair
but
somebody
got
to
do
it,
know
I'm
saying?
I
came
from
underground,
where
my
hood
resigned
Nothing
left
but
the
bad
and
ugly
'cause
the
good
done
died
We
tried
laying
low,
niggas
want
to
cross
them
lines
So
when
I'm
saying,
so
you
getting
bumped
off
this
time
Fuck
a
throw
away,
I'm
looking
for
the
gun
in
your
house
To
kill
your
family
for
some
shit
they
ain't
know
nothing
about
We
running
the
south,
while
other
niggas
running
they
mouth
If
you
smart,
you'll
take
cover
'cause
we
come
in
your
route
'Cause
when
we
ride
you
could
best
believe
there's
guns
in
sight
How
many
times
mama
cried,
'cause
her
son's
done
died
I
pull
my
nine
out,
all
of
my
barrels
are
fouled
out
So
the
bullets
that
I
bust,
the
feds
don't
find
out
Which
gun,
which
nigga,
which
figga
points
to
the
trigger,
man
Still
well
connected,
not
worried
about
who's
the
bigger
man
Z-Ro,
my
nigga
man,
Pharoah,
the
Killa
Klan
I'm
Black
Mike,
Network
for
life,
ain't
no
realer
jam
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Aggravated
guerillas,
been
pimping
in
this
bitch
for
scrilla
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Putting
heads
on
pillows
Fuck
around
and
weep
like
a
willow,
we
cap
peelers
King
shots,
killer
greed
penn,
money
hard
Nigga
to
sleep,
murdering
a
kingpin
My
composer,
a
soldier,
you
can
call
me
one
When
it's
time
to
ride
you
know
I'm
ready
to
activate
my
gun
Straight
head
shots,
toe
tagged
in
a
body
bag
And
the
outcome
you
stuck
with,
if
I
got
to
blast
I'm
coming
to
get
you,
pull
your
punk
ass
out
the
picture
And
fix
the
braids
on
your
head,
that
means
I'ma
get
richer
P-H-A-R-O-A-H,
now
you
know
My
motherfucking
name,
I
never
play
fake
Easy
does
it,
do
it
easy
when
I
execute
To
that
nigga
and
the
darkside
when
my
weapon
shoot
Shoot-shoot
again
and
feel
like
I
just
made
boy
With
no
evidence,
to
be
found
I
remain
calm
Murdering
edition,
I
make
a
motherfucker
disappear
Slip
the
clip
in,
open
fire
then
dripping
him
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Aggravated
guerillas,
been
pimping
in
this
bitch
for
scrilla
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Putting
heads
on
pillows
Fuck
around
and
weep
like
a
willow,
we
cap
peelers
I
put
stitches
in
the
general
son
of
a
bitch
nigga
when
he
bump
up
Running
to
the
trunk
for
the
pump,
I'm
already
ready
to
dump
I've
been
working
dirty,
knocking
busters
for
being
surety
So
I'm
at
your
dome
cussing
like
James,
you
ain't
worthy
Like
a
little
old
girly
perpetrating
a
man
Dude
we
taking
over
this
bitch
and
here
to
demonstrate
demands
And
bitch
the
down
south
gangsta
R-A-P,
1990
Started
with
Street
Military
and
K-A-G
We
toe
tagging,
body
bagging,
sagging
and
bragging
Weed
it
up,
inflate
it
down,
you
damn
shot
and
flipped
the
meat
wagon
So
save
me
some
son
of
a
guns,
when
it's
over
We
one
of
the
ones
on
the
top,
haters
smell
it
and
running
to
come
Trying
to
drop
a
dime
on
us,
or
trying
to
take
us
out
After
we
deal
with
it,
we
rap
about
it
and
then
it
make
us
hot
Fuck
your
crime
rate
and
murder
rate,
running
up
on
Houston
Texas
Well
it
be
fuck
y'all
for
trying
to
funk
us
on
a
burning
day
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Aggravated
guerillas,
been
pimping
in
this
bitch
for
scrilla
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Putting
heads
on
pillows
Fuck
around
and
weep
like
a
willow,
we
cap
peelers
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Aggravated
guerillas,
been
pimping
in
this
bitch
for
scrilla
We
make
sure
the
dirty
work
get
done
Real
gun,
popping
them
although
it
weighs
a
ton
Scratch
makers,
nigga-nigga
we
killers
Putting
heads
on
pillows
Fuck
around
and
weep
like
a
willow,
we
cap
peelers
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