Too $hort (too Short) - Dirty Work lyrics

[Mr. Ill] I beat repeat offenders, they end up with they back split And a**-backwards, when I let the mac click And "Aww sh**" is what they say Three strikes you're out apparently, you thought I was playing? But I weigh in at a ton A scuffle left you muffled cause I had to get my gun And Mr. Snuffalufugus couldn't snort this Cause Oakland, California got funk like sh** And it hits just like a Tyson blow Well can't you see that Mr. Ill's got the nicest flow? Well now you know, that hoes get crept up on to So what you gonna do when I creep up on you? Cause if I keep a few to myself, you'll never know Repeat offenders get bent like fenders when I'm on the go, hide your dough Or I'm a get my stab on, huh and leave you bloody buddy like some tampons So get your a** on before I turn the gas on and get my smash on n***as better dash, holmes, before I get my blast on Cause open arms will be waiting Sin's my friend, and I'm kin to Satan, I'm debating Whether or not you can keep your weight in, and tasting MC's like bloods for dinner, I beat repeat offenders They end up hurting for perping, so throw the f**ing curtain Cause it's straight Dirty Work, man [Seagram] Straight from the East Bay, home of the AK spray Make way for the S-E-A G, O.G. Baller Late night night crawler, 69th shot caller Body hauler, so label me the grim reaper Play your dome, see the game Lead it with the 60-shot heater The Seagster is back, you can't knock it Here to straight tax, you n***as that's outta pocket Clocking a grip is a must, and living plush Check me as I rush another buster to the dust, plus My crew has more Braves than Atlanta Uzi's got diarrehea, can't be stopped with Mylanta Not from Tampa, but from the Bay And I'm a Buccaneer, AK spray, so duck when I'm near Fear, or come up missing Listen when I catch you on my mission You'll be found by someone fishing Ain't no provisions or precautions I'm causing Havoc, tragic, terror, there'll be no errors Or flaws when I'm on the crawl, through all Weather, the ball wedger, making n***as pallbearers I dare a featherwieght to f** with this heavyweight Then I have to shake and bake and hit him with his mac AK In his face, paint the walls with his blood walking Over n***as like a rug, never dropping duds I'm from the hood of AK's and ski masks n***as out of pocket ain't getting ghetto pa**es Blasted, is how you'll be greeted, from the Fully auto mag, n***as want some static Better call for help cause you gon' need it Cause I'm a unleash it, window down On the trey AK spit with minor jerk Better duck or get caught up in the Dirty Work [Ant Diddley Dog] I ain't got sh** to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anyway So I use my survival tecniques in many ways sh** if a n***a ever hustles, why not cut some rocks? And if ever a n***a try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots? Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts, in the back of my head Ready to stack 'em up dead, I hate leaving the house without packing a bled I got the heart of a k**er in me I've inhaled so much bomb smoke that I can fill a chimmeny Man they should have never let me loose Cause that crazy sh** don't faze me, b**h, it just kept me juiced Crack selling, blackmailing and making presidents And I ain't hesitant to burglarize your residence Yeah it's that villian and I'm thinking of jacking tonight Another k**er cause my money ain't stacking too right Down on my luck, I'm stuck cause my pockets is flat Yeah I got my gat, so why the f** do I have to stop why I act? I got one motherf**ing chance, buddy And my intentions is to get my damn hands muddy Her man's bloody cause I'm nutty when I start searching k**ing n***as is my job and I'm hard working, fool I'm up all night with an early rise Waking up, twisting up motherf**ers like some curly fries, yeah I'm trying to ride drop-top Vettes slamming Utilizing these b**hes with high credit cards that be check scamming Yeah, some motherf**ing Eastside thangs So blaze up a fat sack and let your G ride swang I'm in the game from the town and I'm stacking plenty A gangsta-a** n***a with that macking in me So if a n***a try to run up, I'm a hurt him first And let him know I'm a G at this Dirty Work [Too $hort] W-O-R-K, I got a gang of hoes that like to work all day And if you think that sh** ain't all right I got some more hoes that like to work all night But that's not the point, I'm trying to make My sh** is so funky, got you buying my tapes Year after year and I still ain't stopped Got millions of fans and I still ain't pop And I come so real, b**h, you can't stop My motherf**ing track record, you can faint and drop And I wouldn't give a f** cause I'm nothing but a dog, b**h And you're nothing but a s*ut, want all dick But this n***a named $hort don't f** for free No punk-a** b**hes coming up on me And no n***a can tell me what to do with my life Can't talk about $hort, you're brand new on the mic Me and all my potnas got b**hes, fool And I be spitting on the mic about the sh** we do I be a broke-a** pimp on the 31st But tomorrow I be putting in some Dirt Work, b**h [Rappin' Ron] Ron's doing dizzert, leaving them n***as hizzurt Running up with that punk sh**, thinking that bootsy sh** work f**ing with them busters and you think that your back's got The only thing that's got my back is this 16-shot black lock And Ron is one of them n***as you can't f** with, so f** that Every time you bust b**h, I duck quick and bust back If you want some motherf**ing funk n***a, come and get this And watch your a** fall like the London Bridges You run with b**hes, you just another s**er Run up and f** with us and you can suffer, motherf**er And let me emphasize that I don't emphathize Straight to your brain til the pain intensifies And if the cops hit my block, and they stopping to jock f** it, then I'm packing a Glock, and popping a cop and watching him drop I'm not finna stop, f** 5-oh, f** task, f** the Feds All you s**ers buckle cause you f**ing with a knucklehead I kick your a** like Jim Carter And bust your motherf**ing head wide open like a pinata And all them finks who ratted me off and tried to jinx Hit them n***as block with the street sweeper And now they whole crew extinct I ain't playing, what I'm saying is that I'm spraying with a gat f**ing laing my AK and lay him on his back Lay him flat, f**ed up from the rat-tat-tat-tat See my straps is ready to buck, soo all you saps get ready to buck I'm giving a, f**, Ron's about to f** 'em up Buck a uppercut or buck, I'm leaving these motherf**ers stuck Cause I'm just a nut from the street leaving 'em deep in the dirt And as long as you sleep I'm a keep doing Dirty Work