"Dirty Money" lyrics
"Dirty Money"
(feat. Tanya Herron)
[Scarface:]
Dirty
Nigga, dirty money
[Tanya Herron:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Scarface:]
Dirty, fo sho
It's your downfall
[Tanya Herron:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Scarface:]
Hopeless again, and the more I stick around the shit get more fucked up
That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up
Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good
We wasn't trippin', this was our hood
I had your motherfuckin back
And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these niggas at?"
Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out
Or, let a motherfucker show out
No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4
Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes
These other niggas is finally catching up
Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched
Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin
Is you a motherfucking fool?
Money ain't a thing to a nigga out here rappin
But to a nigga out there cappin?
That's they downfall
[Tanya Herron:]
Dir-tayyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty money
Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty Money
[Scarface:]
Now the whole neighborhood silent
Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shh)
While these young niggas steady sangin
I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?)
I'm in a state of paranoia
How many niggas in the six-by-six
Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch
Fin' to snitch, trapping niggas up in they downfalls
Taping motherfuckers phone calls
Ay, I've been in this shit for two deep
From moving kis, pushing weight was too sweet
An 8-ball will cost you 75 (Dirt cheap)
Back in the game that shit was live
And all you had to do to survive was get a whole click
Of niggas, down with they business and stack chips
Savin up for hard times
Do the time when you do the crime
You niggas tryin to [?] your downfall
[Tanya Herron:]
Dir-tayyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty money
Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty Money
Nothing lasts forever but love
Money comes and goes
But for those [?] it surely goes
[Scarface:]
You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped
Puttin niggas up forever, cause you did the crime hop
Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real
Runnin in niggas houses, niggas fighting appeals
Offering 50 years to innocent motherfuckers
All because of the game, niggas run outta hustle
Feds be showin pictures, you got to give 'em somethin
Time make a nigga forget it and start bumping
And saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang
Niggas run out of freedom, niggas start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce
Avoid they conversation, them niggas the dudes, fool
[Tanya Herron:]
Dir-tayyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty money
Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah
Dirty money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty Money
Thing is, when a motherfucker is doing dirt
Don't come moving it, ya know what I mean
Ya know, that won't get you no Rolls Royces and shit like mine baby
Your money dirty, wash your shit
Them motherfuckers out here, yeah
"Dirty money"
Writer(s): Dieter Bohlen
- AZLyrics
- S
- Scarface Lyrics
album:
"Balls And My Word" (2003)
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