[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Alright I'll get em...
[Chorus 1: Solomon Childs]
Get your hands dirty n***a stop frontin uh-uh-uh
You don't get, You talk that and uh-uh-uh-uh
Take'n over the strip the block pumpin uh-uh
You ain't gettin bread then n***a not frontin uh-uh
Get your hands dirty n***a touch somethin uh-uh
If you not gettin it then stop frontin uh-uh
Take'n over the strip get blocks pumpin uh-uh
Uhh-uh uh, Uhh-uh-uh Uhh-uh uh
Get your hands dirty n***a touch somethin uh-uh
If you ain't gettin money then stop frontin uh-uh
Take'n over the strip get the blocks pumpin
If you ain't gettin bread n***a stop frontin uh-uh
[Solomon Childs]
Promoters say I'm nice heats, Overseas nice with the beats
Brilliant with gats, Brilliant on tracks
Who said the East Coast ain't spittin it n***as is bringin it back
n***as is dry clothes change'n when the rain hit em
Here we here we here we go (Get em) n***a hit em
Time to get one wit em, Boss crime
You know what it is, Renegade, All mine
Chrysler doors, Suicide who*es
Turn round the frame, Street cred grain
Crystallize, Top Gun n***as is all around
n***as don't want it, What, Nah they don't want it
Cause if you ain't gettin money n***a stop frontin uh-uh
[Chorus 2: Solomon Childs]
Get your hands dirty n***a touch somethin uh-uh
Get your hands dirty n***a touch somethin uh-uh
Take'n over the strip get the block pumpin
If you ain't gettin bread n***a then n***a stop frontin uh-uh
[Solomon Childs]
You only live once, So make sure you die for somethin
Don't go bluffin if the forty ain't co*ked
Don't take the hit if you ain't got the right gwap
Cause whether you get the drop ain't no further in frontin hot
n***as is stupid, You know cause they don't know what's good
But when they see the hammers they go runnin through the hood
Talkin and promote'n how you get it in
n***as know that they p**y word to my Mothers and friends
I know that it's real, So n***a make sure you feel how you feel
When you back the hammer on them n***as that squeal
And now-a-days chunky ratchets aim accurate
The club bangs, Twenty-fours spin off the roads
Accurate, n***as is keepin it stuntin uh
So you ain't got no bread n***a stop frontin uh-uh
[Chorus 2]
[Solomon Childs ad-libs till fade]