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[Verse One: Bun B]
Say, look here man Im a rapper
Hold up, let me take that back
I make rap music, but that dont mean all a nigga do is rap
But that dont matter Ive been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
Theres an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
I spit imperial-type game like Digga from the Sqaud
But they act like they cant separate a real nigga from the fraud
Rule number one: never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
And respect the game cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
Now Its a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
Fools act like they striving for it hit Total Request Live and blow it
Knowing aint a giving and nothing is
See all this candy-coated and bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
Enough of this man, lets get this here straight like creases
Its a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceases
Its compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
Its breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces its dirty money
[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Niggas laughing but aint a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, its bright outside but not nessicarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, its all dirty money baby
[Verse Two: Pimp C]
Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
But Imma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
Most of my life Ive been broke trying to save my bread
I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke Ds
I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
Every since fifteen Ive been a big money fiend
Sippin cold codeine and pulling up clean
Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
And keep a bad yellow [???] with my dick on rock uh!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Bun B]
You cant get no house, no car
No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
No class, no flow, no help, no love
No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut
no wife, no slut, no name,
Nowhere in the game to get me five
No nothing without that dirty ass M-O-N-E-Y
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Pimp C]
My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Kis
In the late 80s niggas pulling up on Ds
Putting dick up in these hoes and making em pay fees
Learn how to ride dirty cause aint shit for free
Then all them niggas got popped thats all I needed to see
For some the dope game cool cause thats all that they could be
I know God aint put me down here just to be serving no fiends [x2]
[Chorus]
[ Dirty Money Lyrics ]