Straight dirt (straight dirt)
Halloween Part 74 (we see you, we see you)
Myke Miers (yeah, Myk** Miers)
G.D. (G.D. yo) A.G. (A.G. baby)
.. Yeah y'all Myke Miers
Uh, yo uh, throwin some dirt
L.A., California (I see y'all, I see y'all, I see y'all!)
[A.G.]
It's A.G., legendary already, j**els is heavy
Bet every penny, go against us you'll get buried
Give the drummer some, watch these brothers come correct
Take sh** from none of them, make hits like Run and them
From the Bronx where these nosy hoes be
I rep New York like Pat Ewing, shine in Cali like Kobe
Address every issue like my b**h do
And drop bombs like Terry Nichols
G.D. is the set to rep that make it official
Wack n***as with hot beats - I should take it and diss you
My format is like makin a pistol
Bust it and reload it, b**hes s** it and deep throat it
Rode the train on Elayne, we f**ed, and we bolted
You ain't gangster, I called his bluff, and he folded
From the Bronx to Carson
My n***as wear braids and rock perms like Sharpton
Either way the gauge'll blaze when I spark 'em
Me and Myke Miers, tight like pliers
And like Midas I got the touch
And after the show I got to f**, we dirty
[Hook: Myk** Miers]
Aiyyo who want some get some
The fo' of us we be all up in yo' sh** son
You actin like you can't get it and you get done
It's G.D. and Myke Miers get yo' click hung
Aiyyo you want some get some
The fo' of us we be all up in yo' sh** son
You actin like you can't get it and you get done
It's G.D. and Myke Miers in yo' system ("we get dirty")
[Myk** Miers]
Yo I'm the mad one with a magnum
I blast some - and leave the rest to ransom
The sk**s you have none, I have some, I have plenty
You ask any, MC that goin against me
And they'll tell you, "Dog you ain't even got a chance"
My vocal tone alone leaves you in a trance
Hypnotic, I gets it jumpin like hydraulics
Keepin you high like chronic, n***a who want it?
If you fronted you get haunted like October 31st
I k** wannabe MC's with one f**in verse
And make 'em never pick up a mic again
I'm frightenin, Myke Miers strikes again
MC's bite like Tyson and, get suspended
And it'll be a year before they fight again
Then when asked if they'll fight again
Say they went through counselin so they could pick up a mic again
Myke Miers and A.G., it's all gravy
Out for them "Dead Presidents" like Jay-Z, yo
[Hook]
[G.D. - D-Flow]
Notice the pose by my DICK n***a
The sh** be realer than jail life
Straight torture make a n***a yell twice
I reminisce on dead peeps, as the time pa**
Instead of toastin it up, I break the wine gla**
As my nine blast for the lost soul I spit
Colder than strip, Mo' is to sip and dough is to flip
I heard a bird flock, flow is the sh**
b**h you gotta f** the crew cause you the ho in the clique
Me and Myke Miers, choke n***as who spite wires
G.D. f'real about it, y'all n***as be type quiet
[G.D. - Party Arty]
Y'all funny, twenty bars is car money
Y'all hungry, but your sk**s is far from me
Allah brung me, we get dirty but y'all bummy
Clothes all bummy, nose all runny
I hit you in the chest with this fo'-fo' money
f** trickin, these pigeons get no dough from me
Type to, murder your family, then plead insanity
My man's and me whylin on Fantasy Island, we plan to be
[Hook]