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8th world, dis Streets 101
I'm finna give you a hand for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now all mah life dirty, I've beenlivin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?

This the new improved hood hop
I make err muthafucka in this bitch, do the wop
Dirty ran his mouth til the album drop
(Why's that?) Trak Boy beats like a free brick of caine on the block
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block
And da beat'll knock a nigga out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block
And all dey gots to say is its a shame on the block
I'm hot homeboy, ever get it twisted
Numbaz unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I'm ready to get naughty, best of bouf worl's so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke
I can show you mah dick you can show me ya throat
If a nigga trip trip, den we can show him the '4
If a nigga run up too we can show him some mo'