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Dirt Up (Black Knights)

Yeah, it's the world's greatest Black Knights, yeah Come from the dirt on up Straight nuttin', nigga Zip, zero, mothafuckin' zilch Comin', straight shinin' Do that shit Startin' From the Dirt Up, niggas gettin' murdered Livin' in these ghetto streets Switchin' for a come up, how can you come up? Livin' in these ghetto streets The only way's up, cuz a nigga been down too long Lost peers and shed tears, a nigga done frown too long In these ghetto streets where we settle peace with metal heats So many murdered fleets, I can't sleep, you peddle rocks in the street That street value is dirt cheap, hustle amongst thieves And creep, snakes and chiefs, that'll do anything to makes ends meet That's why my family ties, bloodlines run deep through my veins But it's hard to feel the stress of another man's pain Through the rain comes the sunshine It's hard to survive in the hood with just one nine That's why my grind'll never stop Til me and my niggas are sittin' on yachts, pollyin' stocks From the Dirt Up Ohh.. ohh.. ohh.. I woke up quick, it was about a quarter to noon Realized a nigga had to be in Compton soon And I never listened to my mother It went through one ear and out the other My style as a juvenile, I ran with a gang Slang in the meanwhile, just to have change Fascinated by the street life, want all thangs White walls, hundred spokes I never rock murder-ones, cuz I sport low shields and locs Forties, chronic, weed and the wet smoke Cuz I'm a gangsta at havin' fun I never left the south, without packin' a gun I put fools in check, pull triggers, hot slugs'll put you in check From the Dirt Up From the Dirt Up, niggas ain't knowin' what we be doin' West Coast, what? Killa Bees, rippin' and ruin Keepin' it true in, any form, shape or fashion Holler at my niggas 'bout some drama, it's on and crackin' We stay mashin', whatever happen, it's on Cock my pistol as the bullets whistle straight to ya dome Leavin' haters alone, cuz we don't fuck with fake niggas Game recognize game, that's why we clicked up with RZA Give a nigga just a minute to spit a few lines And watch me flip it like a verb cuz I want the whole nine And I holds mine, ain't no time to sleep where we hangin' That's why I'm bangin' with these niggas, yellin', Knights or Nathan From the Dirt Up Ohh.. ohh.. ohh.. Yeaaaaah! While you niggas star-struck, me and my niggas stickin' stars up Steppin' to us is steap as water, at all times Far rhymes, delivered in the purest forms Did order livin', would be dead in in jail, but yo, I proved mine Did wrong, movin' on, with the script, so I spit the gift Got 'em frost bit, frozen stiff, From the Dirt Up, word up Nann Nigga bet' not hurt a hair on my nigga's head or I manifest the murder Not on wax but on the crevices, bumps and cracks of the streets, reality rap Too much for ya salary cap Yo, the flow is priceless, Crisis dominate mic devices Competition end up pumped up, exit lifers Steppin' to the almighty like they wanna speak a peak of God's widey, From the Dirt Up