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Souls of Mischief - Dirty D's Theme (Hoe or Die) lyrics
Verse One: Phesto Redirect your motivation while we collect the dough forsaken Making a mockery of you MC's we grimace malicious parodies you're finished allowing you to win is just not in us that's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all the wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed you're small And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal Punk contention bitten for attention Souls of Mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated by the innovative when I'm stimulated come pale To embellish I relish MC's overzealous who fail us Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless Frontin like they on some other shit Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact Well I belittle MC's, and hold no reefer But sho don't sleep I'm out Verse Two: Tajai We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed That's the policy, get from me, so I grab all I see And after that we out, in a trail of laughter raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained This ain't no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold One day I got up and I willed no rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as fuck Hollerin about the niggaz they buck Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked Lesson utmost, japanitos to one broke who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo Damn where did he go? Sucker felt the evil I know, word Casino, I ant that ass like zebra skins Fidos keepin pins and needles Whether you tread or rest your head until ya Succumb to the voice that's deep within, you should know Chorus: It's time to let the weak shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! You should know, it's time to let that wack shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! Verse Three: Opio They say I'm too posessive, agressive I make a mess of MC's depress em, plessin em The West eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions Souls of Mischief make em all fall in succession If you're pressin luck self destruct I'm vindictive, so descriptive Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice 'fore I sink ice cold lyrics and you're sliced through the mirror and it's right to the center where it hurts, convert Reconsider the bitter, consequences You're defenseless against us, you go berzerk Ingesting MC's like clockwork, when I rock murderous rhymes one time for your mind And drop dimes for them niggaz who don't get live Verse Four: A-Plus I reduce you to dust piles Plus styles'll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it So I own it, I make my grip tight It's like I'm nuttin nice when I'm writing rhymes to cut and slice men You wouldn't, I win every time that we clash I will surpass ya, A-Plus a known flasher Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference cause you still gonna die, youse a goner You shouldn't even try, why was you on the mic in the first place You even chose tbe track, see yousa nigga with the worst taste I make you niggaz disperse with haste My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates I think that I should be your human idol Makin MC's suicidal when they lose they title Chorus: repeat 2X Now, you should know, it's time to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Now you should know, you need to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Yeah, Souls of Mischief in the house like that Souls of Mischief rock the house My man big Domino, yeah yeah Big Casual, yeah yeah ... Pep Love Can't forget Jay-Biz Westbound, North side, like that ... Hieroglyphics in the house Let that wack shit go |
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