[Mr. Ill]
I beat repeat offenders, they end up with they back split
And ass-backwards, when I let the mac click
And Aww shit 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 shit
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 ass on before I turn the gas on and get my smash on
Niggas 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 niggas pallbearers
I dare a featherwieght to fuck 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 niggas like a rug, never dropping duds
I`m from the hood of AK`s and ski masks
Niggas out of pocket ain`t getting ghetto passes
Blasted, is how you`ll be greeted, from the
Fully auto mag, niggas 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 shit to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anyway
So I use my survival tecniques in many ways
Shit if a nigga ever hustles, why not cut some rocks?
And if ever a nigga 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 killer 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 shit don`t faze me, bitch, 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 killer 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 fuck do I have to stop why I act?
I got one motherfucking chance, buddy
And my intentions is to get my damn hands muddy
Her man`s bloody cause I`m nutty when I start searching
Killing niggas is my job and I`m hard working, fool
I`m up all night with an early rise
Waking up, twisting up motherfuckers like some curly fries, yeah
I`m trying to ride drop-top Vettes slamming
Utilizing these bitches with high credit cards that be check scamming
Yeah, some motherfucking 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-ass nigga with that macking in me
So if a nigga 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 shit ain`t all right
