Priest - Hit The Dirt lyrics

Yea, ya boy Priest on the track, flow so dope shawty, call it ear crack, this the type a beat make ya booty go smack, this sh** so sick it done had a heart-attack, I spit so fresh I bet I could sell a mill, but because there's too many Slim Shadys I can't get a deal, so I gotta rob, gotta cheat, gotta steal, there's too many fakes out here so I gotta keep it real, when I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties, youse a lame a** n***a, and that's why you can't stand me, find me in ya shawty's crib, layin' back while she hand me, n***a I'ma take ya b**h, what you can't understand me? you by yo'self, me and yo' b**h, she on my dick while you light ya spliff, and I'ma do ya girl till she go stiff, I'm a real a** n***a n***a that's the diff', yea n***a f** you and ya whole damn crew, f** n***as gone do what f** n***as gone do, so hit the dirt when I slide through, 'cause I got a pack of doggs that will find you, so go ahead and try me if ya wanna see if it's fake, and I will bust ya head n***a, take it on faith, come and find me homie amd I'll show you ya fate, stuffed in a oil drum in the bottom the lake, 'cause I'm trill my n***a, can't sit still my n***a, ask about me in the A, I'm a real a** n***a, what's the deal my n***a? how ya feel my n***a? oh, for real? let me go and grab the steel my n***a, I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives, I like it slow and painful when I'm takin' n***as lives, matter fact the same way as when I'm takin' n***as wives, sh** the b**h set him up, that's why I fly her to St. Ives, might be a D-Grade n***a, but I do Grade-A sh**, find ya girl in the club booty-poppin' on my dick, at first you might be thinkin' who is this trick? when ya realize it's ya baby mama this sh** makin' you sick, all the hoes say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters, white wife beaters, blue Addidas, we ride big trucks, don't do two seaters, pack my girl like a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er, can't turn her to a housewife, so why take her to dinner, I got more chicken-heads than the trash at Mrs. Winners, still chokin' on my sh**, baby girl you a beginer, used to be a good man, ya throat game made me a sinner. You hatin' on me 'cause I'm a diamond b**h, you a dirty a** broad and I'm shinin' b**h, don't be mad at my hustle 'cause I'm grindin' b**h, aint my fault you make your money ridin' dick, and stay away from my n***a 'cause our love is true, you can stop begging b**h, he don't love you boo, you need to get a tool kit to tighten all your screws, 'cause everybody did you and that's why you loose, b**h how you gonna be a hoe, don't even swallow, "Don't lose a drop", that is my motto, now you getting mad, face red as a tomatoe, hatin' on me 'cause ya man hit the lotto, and I was first prize, I can see it in your eyes, don't know if it's the money or it's me that you despise, when I'm with ya n***a all we do is fantasise, about all the positions he can get between my thighs, and you call him a thug, b**h what's wrong with that? his lovin' last long and his dick is P.H.A.T., I'm addicted to this n***a like the boy was crack, you aint gotta worry girl I'll pick up the slack, 'cause you aint hit it right, or he wouldn't be in my bed, with my a** in the air, my legs up behind my head, while he working that tounge down between my legs, he say when it comes to p**y shorty mine's the best, that's because I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh, your sh** like a skunk and been beat to d**h, I only f** one n***a, you f** all the rest, you trickin' a** hoe better get the test, you behind home plate, catching all kinds of sh**, then you f** another n***a, play pa** the sick, and when he piss in the morning his sh** go drip, and he got little bumps growing on his dick, yea, you need to k** yaself 'cause you worthless as a person, your good for a quick f**, other than that b**h you're nothin', you make me so mad b**h I'm gonna blow a gasket, can't wait for you to die so I can piss on your casket. b**h hit the dirt!