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    [Petey Pablo]
    Everybody everybody everybody everybody
    We call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
    Dirrty dirrty dirrty (Double R) Double R
    Everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody
    And we call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
    Dirrty dirrty dirrty, Double R

    [Drag-On]
    Nigga let's get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
    I'ma let my pump go early, from Thrusday to Thursday
    Eight o'clock in the morning
    That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yessuh
    Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit
    So I can pull up outta here, we gone
    Slow the shit down now so I can catch it
    I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it
    Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
    so I could fetch it, fetch it
    Me and Petey Pablo make you follow
    Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow
    Do a nigga like, Diallo
    I know I'm warm but now it's time to get WA-ARM!
    Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be GO-ONE!
    Left his head to be LO-ONG! - from the first day I was born
    Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like
    Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin shit like a butter knife
    That shit just don't cut right
    On my block all we hear is WOOP WOOP, niggaz it's time to run
    Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
    Double-R motherfucker
    Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds
    Murder your block then skip town, nigga!

    [Chorus] 2X
    This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (YEAH!) code of the thugs (YEAH!)
    Repped it in the streets (YEAH!) loved in the slums (YEAH!)
    Who am I? (A RUFF RYDER!)
    Who am I? (MR. NORTH CAROLINA!)

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    [Petey Pablo]
    So tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz
    Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz
    Watch out, motherfucker say somethin I'll, I'll fuck you up
    Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh
    You a waste of good slug
    And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?
    It ain't like you hot
    It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block
    It ain't like we won't come through
    and take any motherfuckin thing you do got
    We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw
    I'm whoopin them drawers off, takin charge, play the bar
    You dealin with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some
    I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came
    Drag-On told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin our thang
    Dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty - whether you like it or not
    me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game
    I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain
    I'ma bring the wood and the grain
    Get back with ya motherfuckin five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change

    [Chorus] 2X

    [Petey Pablo]
    Drag, I can't lean lean - this motherfuckin track too hot
    This shit keep callin me, still can't believe it
    These motherfuckers waited so long (shit, me neither)
    Should've been like I slid right
    but I bet you motherfuckers were scared
    cause this shit start shootouts and club fights
    The shit might jump off tonight
    I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like (he gon' get it)
    Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him (he gon' get it)
    Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there
    They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them?

    [Drag-On]
    They must be crazy and deranged
    Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain
    They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring
    That's how I settle things like
    What y'all want, what y'all want? (You motherfuckers don't want none)
    Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt (You niggaz stay in the pub)
    We gettin high, gettin by, me and Petey Pab'
    Connectin like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run
    Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it
    That's a hit boy, y'all fittin to love it
    Feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh

    [Chorus] 2X

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