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This out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
paint on D's and fo's

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Dogg 'Lac
Wit the in the back

I rep it like a mayn
like a playa mayn
St. Louis
And I'm Murphy Lee the mayn

As-salaama lakem, lakem
Praise the or say peace to God
I'm a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim you from or we will claim where you move to

is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and could say shit
I got STL on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for 'em

And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' the night goin'
Do you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you to get it then you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

This goes out to my West crew
ya dub up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Hit the on yo six fo's

Naps, rock, skit West style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts like

Now dip wit ya nigga, I you on a ride
Through place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the back wit at the Caddy shack

Los Angeles where sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags, of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't to get at

I a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I at a couple hoes
Fo sho they roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in 'cuz I stay in the traffic

goes out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
ya hoodies and Timbo's

Yo, yo, in the party like
on Bacardi like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they
It's frisky for me
Girls, strippin' for me
Jon you wit us homey?

I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I complainin'
crazy I can't explain' it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track 'cuz we rock and roll

I and puff until my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
to Harlem World A.K. New York City

We forever runnin' round, here creepin'
Up all night homey we ain't never sleepin'
But I to do this wit my derrty Murphy
niggas betta obey, 'cuz you can get it

This goes out to my South crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
If ya tempted to throw them

Get yo hands up
Show yo goddamn
Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit

We drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' it to this bitch
We gon' drink a of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

We that Dirty
We ain't no shit
We represent that
We expectin' no shit

We out in the club
Same shit we don't a fuck
We out in the club
Same shit we give a fuck

Lil' Weezy, Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a go
I'm a fly nigga, ho South cold's great
low when get cake

Yeah, me no play we can take it
Never met a nigga myself pride
It's Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent that
I scared to throw my shit up
Soon as I throw it up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive slow not
Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch

I'm from the I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my
you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Juice on my breath

Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit
Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we rock it to this bitch
We gon' drink a of Hen
And we rock it to this bitch

We represent Dirty
We expectin' no shit
We represent that
We expectin' no shit

We out in the club
Same we don't give a fuck
We out in the club
Same we don't give a fuck