RAPPIN' RON & ANT DIDDLEY DOG - Dirty Work lyrics

(feat. Mr. Ill, Seagram, Too $hort)

[Mr. Ill]

I beat repeat offenders, they end up with they back split

And ass-backwards, when I let the mac click

And "Aww shit" is what they say

Three strikes you're out apparently, you thought I was playing?

But I weigh in at a ton

A scuffle left you muffled cause I had to get my gun

And Mr. Snuffalufugus couldn't snort this

Cause Oakland, California got funk like shit

And it hits just like a Tyson blow

Well can't you see that Mr. Ill's got the nicest flow?

Well now you know, that hoes get crept up on to

So what you gonna do when I creep up on you?

Cause if I keep a few to myself, you'll never know

Repeat offenders get bent like fenders when I'm on the go, hide your dough

Or I'm a get my stab on, huh and leave you bloody buddy like some tampons

So get your ass on before I turn the gas on and get my smash on

Niggas better dash, holmes, before I get my blast on

Cause open arms will be waiting

Sin's my friend, and I'm kin to Satan, I'm debating

Whether or not you can keep your weight in, and tasting

MC's like bloods for dinner, I beat repeat offenders

They end up hurting for perping, so throw the fucking curtain

Cause it's straight Dirty Work, man

[Seagram]

Straight from the East Bay, home of the AK spray

Make way for the S-E-A

G, O.G. Baller

Late night night crawler, 69th shot caller

Body hauler, so label me the grim reaper

Play your dome, see the game

Lead it with the 60-shot heater

The Seagster is back, you can't knock it

Here to straight tax, you niggas that's outta pocket

Clocking a grip is a must, and living plush

Check me as I rush another buster to the dust, plus

My crew has more Braves than Atlanta

Uzi's got diarrehea, can't be stopped with Mylanta

Not from Tampa, but from the Bay

And I'm a Buccaneer, AK spray, so duck when I'm near

Fear, or come up missing

Listen when I catch you on my mission

You'll be found by someone fishing

Ain't no provisions or precautions I'm causing

Havoc, tragic, terror, there'll be no errors

Or flaws when I'm on the crawl, through all

Weather, the ball wedger, making niggas pallbearers

I dare a featherwieght to fuck with this heavyweight

Then I have to shake and bake and hit him with his mac AK

In his face, paint the walls with his blood walking

Over niggas like a rug, never dropping duds

I'm from the hood of AK's and ski masks

Niggas out of pocket ain't getting ghetto passes

Blasted, is how you'll be greeted, from the

Fully auto mag, niggas want some static

Better call for help cause you gon' need it

Cause I'm a unleash it, window down

On the trey AK spit with minor jerk

Better duck or get caught up in the Dirty Work

[Ant Diddley Dog]

I ain't got shit to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anyway

So I use my survival tecniques in many ways

Shit if a nigga ever hustles, why not cut some rocks?

And if ever a nigga try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots?

Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts, in the back of my head

Ready to stack 'em up dead, I hate leaving the house without packing a bled

I got the heart of a killer in me

I've inhaled so much bomb smoke that I can fill a chimmeny

Man they should have never let me loose

Cause that crazy shit don't faze me, bitch, it just kept me juiced

Crack selling, blackmailing and making presidents

And I ain't hesitant to burglarize your residence

Yeah it's that villian and I'm thinking of jacking tonight

Another killer cause my money ain't stacking too right

Down on my luck, I'm stuck cause my pockets is flat

Yeah I got my gat, so why the fuck do I have to stop why I act?

I got one motherfucking chance, buddy

And my intentions is to get my damn hands muddy

Her man's bloody cause I'm nutty when I start searching

Killing niggas is my job and I'm hard working, fool

I'm up all night with an early rise

Waking up, twisting up motherfuckers like some curly fries, yeah

I'm trying to ride drop-top Vettes slamming

Utilizing these bitches with high credit cards that be check scamming

Yeah, some motherfucking Eastside thangs

So blaze up a fat sack and let your G ride swang

I'm in the game from the town and I'm stacking plenty

A gangsta-ass nigga with that macking in me

So if a nigga try to run up, I'm a hurt him first

And let him know I'm a G at this Dirty Work

[Too $hort]

W-O-R-K, I got a gang of hoes that like to work all day

And if you think that shit ain't all right

I got some more hoes that like to work all night

But that's not the point, I'm trying to make

My shit is so funky, got you buying my tapes

Year after year and I still ain't stopped

Got millions of fans and I still ain't pop

And I come so real, bitch, you can't stop

My motherfucking track record, you can faint and drop

And I wouldn't give a fuck cause I'm nothing but a dog, bitch

And you're nothing but a slut, want all dick

But this nigga named $hort don't fuck for free

No punk-ass bitches coming up on me

And no nigga can tell me what to do with my life

Can't talk about $hort, you're brand new on the mic

Me and all my potnas got bitches, fool

And I be spitting on the mic about the shit we do

I be a broke-ass pimp on the 31st

But tomorrow I be putting in some Dirt Work, bitch

[Rappin' Ron]

Ron's doing dizzert, leaving them niggas hizzurt

Running up with that punk shit, thinking that bootsy shit work

Fucking with them busters and you think that your back's got

The only thing that's got my back is this 16-shot black lock

And Ron is one of them niggas you can't fuck with, so fuck that

Every time you bust bitch, I duck quick and bust back

If you want some motherfucking funk nigga, come and get this

And watch your ass fall like the London Bridges

You run with bitches, you just another sucker

Run up and fuck with us and you can suffer, motherfucker

And let me emphasize that I don't emphathize

Straight to your brain til the pain intensifies

And if the cops hit my block, and they stopping to jock

Fuck it, then I'm packing a glock, and popping a cop and watching him drop

I'm not finna stop, fuck 5-oh, fuck task, fuck the Feds

All you suckers buckle cause you fucking with a knucklehead

I kick your ass like Jim Carter

And bust your motherfucking head wide open like a pinata

And all them finks who ratted me off and tried to jinx

Hit them niggas block with the street sweeper

And now they whole crew extinct

I ain't playing, what I'm saying is that I'm spraying with a gat

Fucking laing my AK and lay him on his back

Lay him flat, fucked up from the rat-tat-tat-tat

See my straps is ready to buck, soo all you saps get ready to buck

I'm giving a, fuck, Ron's about to fuck 'em up

Buck a uppercut or buck, I'm leaving these motherfuckers stuck

Cause I'm just a nut from the street leaving 'em deep in the dirt

And as long as you sleep I'm a keep doing Dirty Work