Ice T - Forced to Do Dirt lyrics

Ice-T back in that ass

Return of the real

Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is

Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin choice

Muthafucka

(So niggas is forced to do dirt) --> Prodigy

Born hustler

I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels

Diamond rings, strapped with tools

I take no shorts cause I been in it for the long one, the strong one

Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run

Street giant defiant to the laws

That the white man made, nigga

That's why we play, nigga

A/k/a the street hustler from the Westside

Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride

I rather take a mark off smooth

Cause the skilll of a hustler is to stick and move

And make you say: "Damn, what's his name?

Got to give a nigga props cause the kid got game"

Mad game, fool, I base my hustle not on strength

But think, you say 'the liqor store', I say 'brinks'

Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice

The magnitude of my game's insane, precise

So now you're mad cause I got money and you don't

The hustlers win, the busters won't

What can I say, you can't come out and play

With the real ones, dig this

You'll get broke with the quickness

I don't gamble, I cheat when it's on

Two g's on the table, two in my palm

And if I spill up, I pull the nickel .25 strap

Then the place gets flat and then I'm out the back

With my niggas and them 4's on thangs

And if I really wanna floss I flex my Bentley wings

Damn, over your head, got a problem

Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve em

But the game's extreme so quit your high beams

And increase the light, now can you see me, you might

If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks

I'm talkin 'bout weight down like movin ki's and pounds

But every nigga in the hood ain't fly