Rapper Big Pooh - Dusty lyrics

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Rapper Big Pooh - Dusty lyrics

[O-Dash] They say Hip Hop's dead, well I can resuscitate We getting bread homeboy, you better get a plate Then we so controversial, starting to sound commercial Thought talking money's universal [Rapper Big Pooh] They say I'm young, black and angry, n***as can't tame me Never had a habit doing sh** that ashamed me Say I gotta change be, careful what you ask for You don't want it with a n***a when he come through that door [O-Dash] Pooh come with it, sh** I'm coming with the fo'-fo' All glow like a fiend, eyes at the corner sto' Looking for snow in the middle of August Diamond in the rough boy, spitting that flawless Never been a coach, still running with ballers [Rapper Big Pooh] You know I'mma bar spit, PSA what you call us Beat kinda grainy, Rapper Pooh spit heartless Land of the dead where these n***as run lawless, uh [Hook] You know we tell it like it is right? Talk sh** till these p**y n***as wanna fight Sleep days, making moves under moonlight "n***as mad because I know that cash rules" --] Notorious B.I.G Yeah, you know we tell it like it is right? Talk sh** till these p**y n***as wanna fight Sleep days, making moves under moonlight HOJ is the crew right? [O-Dash] This ain't just hype, two n***as with mics Gun talk, off safety, we ain't too p**y to fight [Rapper Big Pooh] Aiyyo you muh'f**in right, I don't claim to be Cause I am who I am, pretty soon you gon' see [O-Dash] Guess it is what it is then, we can shoot the five Been deprived so long, just lucky to be alive Won't be survived by our wife and sons [Rapper Big Pooh] They know I won't be removed from the space till I'm done The undisputed one, pound for pound, second round They say third time's a charm, I'm liking how it sound [O-Dash] Haters wipe me down from my fitted to my shoes Been paying my dues, brud' check the interviews [Rapper Big Pooh] Cause I'm on, n***as I keep being on the cusp Been blazing trails, been leaving dust [O-Dash] Now we on the road to riches and finer things Foreign cars, pulling stacks out our jeans like 'bling'