IMF Blue Steele - Dirty lyrics

[IMF Blue Steele] I don't understand how you did what you did She lived in ya crib, she did a full bid Feds are kids, even, bids are kids And when the NARC's rushed, she cleared ya spid When sh** got dark, she aired ya n***as True story, Brownstone, but upstairs you lived And you ain't never tell her 'bout that night you slid To the East and shot up police with a rifle spread Then came home, wilding on her like you ahead Then told ya man, "Don't worry, son, my wife in her bed" You had 2 mans with you, 82 grams with you Plus y'all ate at that Jamaican spot right by the figure lot And y'all ain't give a f** if it was safe or not And you only shot the police cuz he heard the shots And everybody know him, cuz that's Curtis' pops And everybody know him, cuz he served the block And they gon' come get you if ya scared or not Who cares, cuz they gon' come get you if ya scared or not And now you back home, getting ya act on Slap on, beating ya wife, ya mans laugh on And she don't even know about the trouble you into And she don't even know about the trouble you been to [Chorus: IMF Blue Steele] That's dirty, son, you did her dirty How you gon' live like that? [Hook 2X: IMF Blue Steele] You disrespect her sh**, neglect her sh** You stress her sh**, that's how you live [Chorus 2: IMF Blue Steele] And that's dirty, son, you did her dirty How you gon' live like that? [Chorus] [IMF Blue Steele] Not everything bleaches, y'all took the Kingston to the beaches Forfeit ya live weekend, the kids with big mama, y'all thought y'all Was creeping Got home, and guess who not home? Big mama 'nore the kids, she got to sort the crib But nothing never showed, y'all remember that story that's never told? Stepped in the kitchen, seen the letter on the stove With a candle lit, embedded with a rose "This is C4, I got ya kids Yo I shot my pops for some rocks in the spiz Disrespectful on the block where I live I should sell off all ya kids with shots to the wigs But I ain't even wanna do ya kids that dirty Cuz I ain't even wanna do ya wiz that dirty But I ain't gon' worry cuz I got ya moms So I know I got the f*ggot-a** right in my palms" And that's dirty, he got my moms? How you gon' live that that [Chorus] [Hook 2X] [IMF Blue Steele] "Don't worry", that's what you told ya wife After, all the time you scold ya wife n***a, and Peter, son, you know how you treat her She took a likkle stare and said "Look up here" It's her address, you turned and knew it Same place you shot that cop, on Vern and Lewis You know it was her time and you burned it through it Trying to gather up ya thoughts like "How I'm gon' do this?" Ya wife in ya ear like "How you gon' do this? Somebody got my kids cuz you k**ed a cop If they don't get to k** you, I'ma k** you, watch And I don't understand after all we been through" And y'all don't understand, this will all continue... [Chorus 2X]