Forced To Do Dirt

Yeah, ah,
Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real
Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they dont know what time it is
Niggas on the streets aint really got a muthafuckin choice
Muthafucka
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels
Diamond rings, strapped with tools
I take no shorts, cause
I been in it for the long one, the strong one
Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run
Street giant defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga, thats why we play, nigga
AKA the street hustler from the
WestsideToo damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride
I rather take a mark off smooth
Cause the skill of a hustler is to stick and move
And make you say, 'Damn, whats his name?Got to give a nigga props, cause the kid got game'
Mad game, fool,
I base my hustle not on strength
But think, you say the liquor store,
I say, 'Brinks'
Cause my minds on the massive roll of the dice
The magnitude of my games insane, precise
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So now youre mad, cause
I got money and you dont
The hustlers win, the busters wont
What can I say, you cant come out and play
With the real ones, dig this youll get broke with the quickness
I dont gamble,
I cheat when its on
Two gs on the table, two in my palm
And if I spill up,
I pull the nickel 25 strap
Then the place gets flat and then
Im out the back
With my niggas and them 4s on thangs
And if I really wanna floss,
I flex my
Bentley wings
Damn, over your head, got a problem
Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve em
But the games extreme so quit your high beams
And increase the light, now can you see me, you might
If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks
Im talkin bout weight down like movin kis and pounds
But every nigga in the hood aint fly
Light-skinned or dark, theyre ninety percent marks
Straight vics and they got money to give
Then without em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
I got no love for a lame
I use my strategy from crack to rap, no shame
And now instead of cooking some kis
Im flippin million dollar [Incomprehensible] call em wack
MCsBut suckers got it twisted, they missed it
Wastin they life when yo, they mentally gifted
The streets aint the only fuckin hustle in town
You gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way down
But a buster is a buster for life
He makes excuses whyhis ass aint pay that shits played
Cash rules everything around me, kid
I hit a 50000 lick and never did no bid
Cause Im bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight
How many fake gangsta rappers will
I hear tonight?
It dont matter, cause the real dont care
You know Ima gonna get mine, so
Ima let em get theirs
But I know in the heart whats true
So if you listen very closely, maybe you will too
My minds blown off
Armani suits
Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible] boots
Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your hand
I bought a silk robe and its from
SiamThis jams for the hoods and thugs
Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs
Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks
Bookers and sharks , muthafuck the marks, nigga
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt
So niggas is forced to do dirt