Get Dirty Lyrics & Chords By Doap Nixon

(Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze)
What up Doap?
We here now fuckin onion heads
Fuckin smash your grandma with a vase
I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps man
I'm tryna to talk shit like you Doap
A-O-T-P Lost Cauze and Doap Nix
I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin soon as this shit drop?
We gon' try it like this

(Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze)
Let's get dirty like a thug hammer that bust
Like the sand in the dust
Like raw blood on animal tusks
Niggas think its sweet til the stranded and slumped
Real niggas don't fold I never ran with no chumps
They demanded from us then we need to check that
And bring hell to any mutha fucka who don't respect that
The hands is vicious
Right cross connect at try me and my fam
And you stand where ya left at
West P. to the death where I rep at
Youngins is bangin and sellin crack
Where you rest at its a def trap
But its how we survive
Never take my kindness for weakness thats highly unwise
I show love to people that took advantage
Look me in my face and lie now you gotta face the hammer
Its dead in ya face
I put him dead in his place
Leave you dead in disgrace
Cause when put out his face
Talk shit best believe you won't repeat that
It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze Sour Diesel
Where the weed at

Hook X2 Reef (Doap)
Let's get Dirty niggas
(From the blocks to the stage)
Let's get dirty niggas
(From the glocks to the guage)
Let's get dirty niggas
(From the corners that pitch)
(To the kids out the burbs lovin' life cause they rich)

(Verse 2: Demoz)
Keep a nine on you and watch niggas
That learn off you keep your mind open
Cause mutha fuckas'll turn on you
Its funny how I put my word together
I burn the track like NASCAR
Thats how I earn my cheddar
You earn plaques offa simple raps
Look I can't go commercial
I done been thru scraps
Try to turn on me never see me talkin to rats
If its my turn to burn
I think a coffin is whack putta urn on me
Keep my name outta your mouth
If ya mans a bitch
Keep his game outta my house
Cause I'll turn on him
Look my flow been past due never
I'm so ready nigga ask whoever
And my hoods shady
Steel bars couldn't save me
Born crazy I was torn as a baby
My pop left me so my Post box empty
Box lefty right hand glock empty
Do not tempt me

Hook X2

(Verse 3: Doap Nixon)
BLOCKAH hit em up give it up
And everything in the crib we bouta split it up
The bread is over for the glarin' and spittin'
The hood needs me niggas bout to handle they business
And the streets want Nixon to break jaws
For the change, I'ma give 'em more bars then the state charge
And I'll still smack niggas for eight bars
Got vets in the game tellin me its bout time that I take charge
So suck it up or see the butt of the ratchet
Helly Hansen Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket
I'm a made man and I'm not from SP
But I'll still drag ya ass 50 miles on a jet-ski
Nick name Nicko Pesci, been around killas
Spendin days gettin pickled off wet-leaves
So show love or show your pistol
You went out like puss'
So I'ma cock it back and then kiss you
And Reef knows right where to put you
Somewhere out in South Phill
Whats ill is ain't nobody gon' miss you
Yo, its QD adn AOTP
Add D O A P and Reef and nigga that spells beef