Styles P - Play Dirty lyrics

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Styles P - Play Dirty lyrics

[Hook] My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty Termanology, Fizzual, Ghost Styles P, Busta Rhymes [Verse 1: Termanology] It's the God I'm focused, I'm one of the hardest flowers I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses I'm one of the last poets, to science and math knower's Combined with my clash flow, it's a crime that I'm pa**ed over I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the don approaches I cover your heart and roast it and wait on your mama's sofa I shoot up your daughters stroller, I told you my heart is polar Unload a barrage of coker and cover up the largest boulders I'm from the law we known as the hood where they hardly sober The holster to carry, the toaster is always on the shoulder I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip, leave body frozen And I zip up you mighty goons, in the river your body goes Don't make use the razor to show you my fruits of labor Not even your crew could save you, you get in the booth I slay you Kicked out a housing, for flipping and wilding And its the Puerto Rican kid with the guns that look Italian [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Man hand me my motherf**ing strap, fall back I'm bout to run up on these n***as like OG wax And get it popping with my weapon in palm I am the rawest footage you ever seen since the d**h of Saddam, come on I still do it jumbo, still gun hold, my flows will take you to the gun show Front row, you I know, I should have been out They asked me to slim down, tell them b**hes kick rocks Big n***as is in now, marksmen regime and I'm down for the wig out Kids starve the f** out, welcome to the rough house Yellow bus status since special ed had it made Start a mosh pit, stampede barricade Cut to you the saga, the saga of the Ville f** n***as heads up like the barber of the ville Mo P to the d**h, still 7:30 and I keep my hands dirty, cause I play dirty n***a [Hook] I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty Fizzyology, My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, hands stay dirty Fizzyology, My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, Ghost [Verse 3: Styles P] Only time my gun show off is when my gun go off f** around and get your tongue blown off Get shot from point blank lil n***a the joint stank Kush and cookies in a big barrel you looking in it Room full of n***as, I figured you was the p**y in it I was dead right, this is lead life Raised on the block, I was trained to shoot at your head right Handling left handed, two guns up, no one is left standing And I caught a back bullets like the next man'n Or Drew Breeze, you motherf**er could you please Come off the money, and the j**els or get your food freezed And ate later, I look forward to my 9s like an 8th grader Love is love, hate later Cause I'm busy doing ghost sh** P bu*ter, I toast sh** [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] When I step in the building, n***as often display a behavior that's defensive I ain't interested in victims, I victimize the collective If you look from my perspective, and handling situations Eliminate every type of retaliation Despite your imagination And in light of being funny I beat your bones broke with a bag of bricks full of money, what Derek Lam mansions, many Ferarri flavors With humans of property, on top of mountains is my neighbors Until the fruit basket rapping a** n***as do disappear I'm eating with reps from Microsoft negotiating shares On a private plane palace drinking Starbucks in the leer I'm on a private plane styling getting washed up in the rear By two twin Dominicans while the pilots rip up the throttle They fuss a little bit about who gon polish the nozzle Burial, I'm on my everything I wear black sh** While I come too eat your food all my n***as came hear to clack sh** [Hook] My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty cause I play dirty I'm on that old paper chase till the day that I blow My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty cause I play dirty