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Artist: Doap Nixon f/ Demoz, Reef the Lost Cauze
Album:  Sour Diesel
Song:   Get Dirty
Typed by: DaSun Akbar

(Intro) Reef
Whadup Doap?
We here now, fuckin' onionheads
Fuckin' smash ya grandma wit a vase
I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps
I'm tryna talk shit like you Doap
Yeah, AOTP, Lost Cauze, Doap Nix
I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin' soon as the shit drop?
We gon' try it like this

[Reef the Lost Cauze]
Yo, let's get dirty like a thug hammerin' that buss
Like the sand and the dust, like raw blood on animal tusk
Niggas think they sweets till they strangled and slumped
Real niggas don't fold, I neva ran wit no chumps
They demandin' from us, dunn we need to go check that
Bring hell to any mothafucka who don't respect that
Their hands is vicious, right cross connect that
Try me and my fam, you stand where you left at
West P, till the death where I rep at
Youngaz is bangin' and sellin' crack where you rest at
This a death trap, but it's how we survive
Neva take my kindness for weakness, it's highly unwise
I show love to people who took advantage
Look me in my face and lie, now you gotta face the hammer
It's dead in ya face, I put 'em dead in his place
I'll leave 'em dead and disgrace
Cuz what he said outta his face
Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that
It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze
Sour Diesel, where the weed at?
Talk shit, best believe we won't repeat that
It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze
Sour Diesel, where the weed at?

(Hook) Reef (Doap) 2x
Let's get dirty niggas
(From the block to the stage)
Let's get dirty niggas
(From the glock to the guage)
Let's get dirty niggas
(From the corners that pitch)
(To the kids out the 'burbs lovin' life cuz they rich)

Ayo, keep a nine on you and watch niggas that learn off you
Keep ya mind open cuz mothafuckaz will turn on you
It's funny how I put my words together
I burn the track like Nascar that's how I earn my cheddar
You earn plaques off a simple raps
Look I can't go commercial I done been thru scraps
Try turn on me, neva see me talkin' to rats
If it's my turn to burn I'll think the coffin is wack
Put an urn on me, keep my name outta ya mouth
If ya man a bitch keep his date outta my house
Cuz I'll turn on you
Look my flow been past you, neva try to test me
I'm so ready, nigga ask whoeva
And my hood's shady, still bars couldn't save me
Born crazy, I was torn as a baby
My pops left me, so my postbox empty
Box lefty, right hand glock empty
Do not tempt me

(Hook) Reef (Doap) 2x

[Doap Nixon]
Blocka!!!!! Hit 'em up, give it up
And everything in the crib, we bout to split up
The break is over for the glarin' spittin'
The hood needs me, niggas bout to handle they bizness
And the streets want Nixon to break jaws
For that change, I'ma give more bars then the state charge
Still smack niggas for eight bars
Got vets in the game, tellin' me it's bout time that I take charge
So suck it up, or see the butt of the ratchet
Helly Hansen and Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket
I'ma made men and I'm not from SP
But I still drag ya ass 50 miles on a Jet-ski
Nickname Nicko Pesci, been around killers
Spendin' their days gettin' pickled off wet leaves
So show love or show ya pistol
You went out like a puss'
So I'ma cock it back then kiss you
And Reef knows right where to put you
Somewhere out in South Philly
What's ill ain't nobody gon' miss you
Yo it's QD and AOTP
Add D O A P and Reef the nigga that spells beef

(Hook) Reef (Doap) 2x