Play Dirty

[Chorus]

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

Termanology, Fizzy Wo, Ghost Styles P, Busta Rhymes

[Verse 1: Termanology]

It's the God I'm focused, I'm one of the hardest flowers

I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses

I'm one of the last poets, to science and math knowers

Combined with my clash flow, it's a crime that I'm passed over

I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the Don approaches

I cover your heart and roast it and wait on your mama's sofa

I shoot up your daughter's stroller, I told you my heart is polar

Unload a barrage of coker and cover up the largest boulders

I'm from the law we known as the hood where they hardly sober

The holster to carry, the toaster is always on the shoulder

I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip, leave body frozen

And I zip up you mighty goons, in the river your body goes

Don't make use the razor to show you my fruits of labor

Not even your crew could save you, you get in the booth I slay ya

Kicked out a housing, for flipping and wilding

It's the Puerto Rican kid with the guns that look Italian

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]

Man hand me my motherfucking strap, FALL BACK!

I'm 'bout to run up on these niggas like OG Wax

And get it popping with my weapon in palm

I am the rawest footage you ever seen since the death of Saddam COME ON!

I still do it jumbo

Still gung-ho, my flow is a ticket to the gun show

Front row, Y'ALL KNOW!  I should've been out

They askin me to slim down

Tell them bitches kick rocks, big niggas is in now

Marksmen regime and I'm down for the wig out

Kids starve the fuck out, WELCOME TO THE ROUGH HOUSE!

Yellow bus status since special ed had it made

Start a mosh pit, stampede barricade

CUT TO YOU THE SAGA, the saga of the Ville

Fuck niggas heads up like the barber of the ville

MO-P to the death, still 7:30

And I keep my hands dirty, cause I play dirty, NIGGA!

[Chorus]

I'm on that old paper chase 'til the day that I blow

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

I'm on that old paper chase 'til the day that I blow

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty, hands stay dirty

Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty (Ghost)

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Only time my gun show off is when my gun go off

Fuck around and get your tongue blown off

Get shot from point blank, lil' nigga the joint stank

Kush and cookies in a big barrel you looking in it

Room full of niggas, I figured you was the pussy in it

I was dead right, this is lead life

Raised on the block, I was trained to shoot at your head, right

Handling left handed, two guns up, no one is left standing

And I quarter back bullets like the next Manning

Or Drew Breeze, and motherfucker could you please

Come off the money, and the jewels or get your food freezed

And ate later, I look forward to my 9s like an 8th grader

Love is love, hate later (hate later)

Cause I'm busy doing Ghost shit (Ghost)

P butter, I toast shit

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, when I step in the building

Niggas often display a behavior that's defensive

I ain't interested in victims, I victimize the collective

If you look from my perspective, and handling situations (BRRRR)

Eliminate every type of retaliation

Despite your imagination, and in light of being funny

I beat your bones broke with a bag of bricks full of money, WHAT?

Derek Lam mansions, many Ferarri flavors

With humans with properties, on top of mountains is my neighbors

Until the fruit basket rapping ass niggas do disappear

I'm eating with, reps from Microsoft negotiating shares

On a private plane palace drinking Starbucks in the Lear

I'm on a private plane styling getting washed up in the rear

By two twin Dominicans while the pilots rip up the throttle

They fuss a little bit about who gon' polish the nozzle

Burial, I'm on my everything I wear black shit

While I come to eat your food

All my niggas came hear to clap shit...

[Chorus]

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

I'm on that old paper chase 'til the day that I blow

My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty

Fizzyology, my hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty