HD - Durty Hands lyrics

(Hook 2x) Living out my street dreams, it's hard to keep my hands clean Counting all this dirty money, hard to keep my hands clean One finger in your b**h, other on this dirty hand thing Busting down this whole thing, it's hard to keep my hands clean [Verse 1: HD] It's hard to keep my hands clean, living out my street dreams Like Nastradamus, we cause problems with llamas Black Santa Bahamas, we don't f** with anacondas Cause these unscripted n***as will have you up in some drama I can't make no promise like I'm gon' stop mobbin Cause even if I'm on some square sh**, I'm still with the sh** San Quentin commitments if I get caught with the blick I wash my hands before I eat, but I'm still loading clips Two fingers in yo b**h while she s**ing my dick I'm finger-f**ing the trigger when I'm getting off licks Fornicating on you haters, nina climax quick Tried to stay away from bo but n***as still shooting bricks Said I wouldn't lash no more but I'm still hitting licks 61-I sh**, we the heart of the Six I woke up out a street dream to a federal nightmare I keep my hands dirty cause them crackers don't fight fair (Hook 2x) [Verse 2: Fe Tha Don] All I knew is the hustle, couldn't stomach the pimping Having thoughts of my daughter so I'm gradually drifting To a new plateau, yeah a whole 'nother level sh**ting on you a**holes when I slide through the ghetto Having thoughts of living better sounding greazy to me Went from trapping on these blocks to the Florida Keys Out pushing that white, ain't thinking of sleep Rocking with my n***a H and we playing for keeps Naw this ain't just a song, this the life of the Fe Either talk that money or just die in your sleep I mob deep, clutching on 40s with no gloves All this dirty money got me thinking no love Chee Chee, slide on that a** with no mask I live in street dreams or scheme for more cash Instead of going steady wrong, over green I go bad Really living in my sleep cause this dream all I had (Hook 2x) [Verse 3: HD] Palms itching, I got dirt in my fingernails Living in a greenhouse, show me that crack sale She was taking free dates till I told her that s** sells Taking all this pain in, got me waiting to exhale Packs of Whitney Houston, we don't lie like Pac Bell It's kind of hard not to make a sell when you pack bail No dirty money dirty, turn that kush bright dirty Trapped 72 straight, but my jeans ain't dirty [Verse 4: Fe Tha Don] I'mma come real late and still leave real early I'm a zookeeper b**h, I be playing with birdies Blow indo at the mall, it ain't nothing, I ain't worried Henny on the rocks, dirty pistol I carry Paid a bartender with a bunch of dirty twenties Real rockstar, keep a couple blunts with me Whipped that Whitney, served that Bobby Hustler baby, yeah this rap just a hobby (Hook 2x)