Woodie - Dirty Deeds lyrics

[Verse 1: Shadow] [Chorus: x2] This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins? [Verse 2: Lil Los] Yoc what? Your Glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk Cause ain't no turning back when you flaunt your strap Leave your cap peeled when I dump chump When the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes Ammunition dishing out in rows Keep foes in check with effect when I rip their neck When I let loose hoe Deuce-0 block props got cops on our jocks But popping shots will not stop Slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop Aftershock liquefies my brain and mary jane invades my veins To maintain and hang when I gang-bang Inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain Coats my throat when I off choke smoke Approach the roach til it's all she wrote Smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a Yoc town soldier Exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober Gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days Hazed by norte ways it's not a phase Steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it ain't no thang Still hang and claim with my real folks It's f**ed up cause I gotta k** folks Hit your block with a chop and peel throats Blast with a mask and let these sk**s show Let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty Folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's scandalous for Shirley That girly got me numb for 781 redrum Ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs Pump your chest with an SKS and bless your dome with a tre-eight chrome Murder zone created, stated when the funk is on [Chorus: x2] This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins? [Verse 3: Woodie] I'm strapped with a black snub tre-eight Packed with a hundred and twenty-five plus grains That extra load with a hollow Swallow your last breath when it touch brains These bloodstains of enemies are the sins of me livin' that Yoc life But until I die it's a lie That's why fifty got my gang in the spotlight Breakin' 'em off in different fashions Maybe I'll shank 'em, maybe I'll blast 'em The punk a** five-o, rats and rivals Kindle my homicidal pa**ion I'm mashin' For that everlastin' twentieth street I'm ridin' Confidin' in myself, Lil' bird and L's Everybody else testifyin', soon dyin' Tryin' to keep my freedom If I don't beat the pigs I'll live in a cell, no bail, doin' 25 with an "L" I'd rather get murdered and go to hell... I bail thru the cuts of the Yoc in a lark on rally's Backstreet alleys allow me to shake the spot And pursue my plots of g**nin' in northern Cali Co. Co. County's hella shady Somebody's catchin' 3 strikes daily I gotta maintain, let my nuts hang Use my brain and make this lifestyle pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc-town lingo and mingle with northerners Who've blown up the spot, got the Yoc hot Kickin' up enormous dust Discuss nothin' straight bustin' upon your click thought I wasn't As pistol chambers rearranges guts this sh** gets disgustin' With all these homiez switchin' up I'm not quite sure who to trust So I just follow my gut and let it be known For the Norte side I bust [Chorus: x4] This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?