Dirrty Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody 

We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty 

Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R 

(Double R) 

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody 

And we call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty 

Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R 

Nigga let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty 

I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday 

Eight o'clock in the morning 

That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh 

Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit 

So I can pull up outta here, we gone 

Slow the shit down now so I can catch it 

I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it 

Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone 

So I could fetch it, fetch it 

Me and Petey Pablo make you follow 

Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow 

Do a nigga like, Diallo 

I know I'm warm but now it's time to get wa-arm! 

Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one! 

Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born 

Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like 

Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin' shit like a butter knife 

That shit just don't cut right 

On my block all we hear is woop woop, niggaz it's time to run 

Grab your guns 'cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons 

Double-R motherfucker 

Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds 

Murder your block then skip town, nigga! 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!) 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!) 

So, tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz 

Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz 

Watch out, motherfucker say somethin' I'll, I'll fuck you up 

Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh 

You a waste of good slug 

And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what? 

It ain't like you hot 

It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block 

It ain't like we won't come through 

And take any motherfuckin' thing you do got 

We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw 

I'm whoopin' them drawers off, takin' charge, play the bar 

You dealin' with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some 

I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came 

Drag-on told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang 

Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty whether you like it or not 

Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game 

I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the grain 

Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!) 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!) 

Drag, I can't lean lean this motherfuckin' track too hot 

This shit keep callin' me, still can't believe it 

These motherfuckers waited so long 

(Shit, me neither) 

Should've been like I slid right 

But I bet you motherfuckers were scared 

'Cause this shit start shootouts and club fights 

The shit might jump off tonight 

I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like 

(He gon' get it) 

Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him 

(He gon' get it) 

Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there 

They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them? 

They must be crazy and deranged 

Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain 

They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring 

That's how I settle things like what y'all want, what y'all want? 

(You motherfuckers don't want none) 

Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt 

(You niggaz stay in the pub) 

We gettin' high, gettin' by, me and Petey Pab' 

Connectin' like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run 

Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it 

That's a hit boy, y'all fittin' to love it feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!) 

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs 

(Yeah) 

Code of the thugs 

(Yeah) 

Ripped it in the streets 

(Yeah) 

Loved in the slums 

(Yeah) 

Who am I? 

(A Ruff Ryder) 

Who am I? 

(MR. North Carolina!)