Ay world, this Streets 101



                      I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon



                    And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music

                    Hey hey hey hey hey



                      Now on my life, I'm livin dirty



                      And I'ma keep it until I'm gone dirty



                      So where you at dirty? where you at dirty?



                      Where they at dirty? Where they at dirty?

                    This the new improved hoop hop



                      I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the walk



                      Dirty run his mouth til the album drop



                      Why's that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block



                      I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block



                      And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the block



                      And he'll come through and let it rain on the block



                      And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block



                      I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted



                      Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real



                      I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty



                      Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke



                      I can show you my dick you can show me your throat



                      If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4



                      If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo'

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                    Now I wish a nigga would run up like that



                      Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back



                      And niggas talk shit but i don't like that



                      Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that



                      And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit



                      Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch



                      And if I had two i'd touch a bitch



                      In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit



                      And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it



                      And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it



                      Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it



                      Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics



                      And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown



                      I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round



                      You ain't heard i'm the troop now



                      By the fact, hook gonna break it down

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                    Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single



                      Left the game now the whole world miss me



                      Freak this bitch like homegirl missy



                      Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy



                      Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me



                      Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky



                      All i say is to them dudes come get me



                      Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy



                      Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public



                      Girl even choke in public,



                      Got dough so that's why i'm so republic



                      Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic



                      I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore



                      So you got snitched on by the cona-whore



                      Show us or show her ass what these guns are for



                      Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

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