(feat. G Twin, Sandman)



[Intro: Doc Doom]

Yeah, it's the world's greatest

Black Knights, yeah

Come from the dirt on up

Straight nuttin', nigga

Zip, zero, mothafuckin' zilch

Comin', straight shinin'

Do that shit



[Chorus x2: singer]

Startin' From the Dirt Up, niggas gettin' murdered

Livin' in these ghetto streets

Switchin' for a come up, how can you come up?

Livin' in these ghetto streets



[Doc Doom]

The only way's up, cuz a nigga been down too long

Lost peers and shed tears, a nigga done frown too long

In these ghetto streets where we settle peace with metal heats

So many murdered fleets, I can't sleep, you peddle rocks in the street

That street value is dirt cheap, hustle amongst thieves

And creep, snakes and chiefs, that'll do anything to makes ends meet

That's why my family ties, bloodlines run deep through my veins

But it's hard to feel the stress of another man's pain

Through the rain comes the sunshine

It's hard to survive in the hood with just one nine

That's why my grind'll never stop

Til me and my niggas are sittin' on yachts, pollyin' stocks

From the Dirt Up



[singer]

Ohh.. ohh.. ohh..



[Monk]

I woke up quick, it was about a quarter to noon

Realized a nigga had to be in Compton soon

And I never listened to my mother

It went through one ear and out the other

My style as a juvenile, I ran with a gang

Slang in the meanwhile, just to have change

Fascinated by the street life, want all thangs

White walls, hundred spokes

I never rock murder-ones, cuz I sport low shields and locs

Forties, chronic, weed and the wet smoke

Cuz I'm a gangsta at havin' fun

I never left the south, without packin' a gun

I put fools in check, pull triggers, hot slugs'll put you in check

From the Dirt Up



[Chorus x2]



[Sandman]

From the Dirt Up, niggas ain't knowin' what we be doin'

West Coast, what? Killa Bees, rippin' and ruin

Keepin' it true in, any form, shape or fashion

Holler at my niggas 'bout some drama, it's on and crackin'

We stay mashin', whatever happen, it's on

Cock my pistol as the bullets whistle straight to ya dome

Leavin' haters alone, cuz we don't fuck with fake niggas

Game recognize game, that's why we clicked up with RZA

Give a nigga just a minute to spit a few lines

And watch me flip it like a verb cuz I want the whole nine

And I holds mine, ain't no time to sleep where we hangin'

That's why I'm bangin' with these niggas, yellin', Knights or Nathan

From the Dirt Up



[singer]

Ohh.. ohh.. ohh..



[Crisis]

Yeaaaaah!

While you niggas star-struck, me and my niggas stickin' stars up

Steppin' to us is steap as water, at all times

Far rhymes, delivered in the purest forms

Did order livin', would be dead in in jail, but yo, I proved mine

Did wrong, movin' on, with the script, so I spit the gift

Got 'em frost bit, frozen stiff, From the Dirt Up, word up

Nann Nigga bet' not hurt a hair on my nigga's head or I manifest the murder

Not on wax but on the crevices, bumps and cracks of the streets, reality rap

Too much for ya salary cap

Yo, the flow is priceless, Crisis dominate mic devices

Competition end up pumped up, exit lifers

Steppin' to the almighty like they wanna speak a peak

of God's widey, From the Dirt Up



[Chorus x4]