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    "Dirty Money" Lyrics


    Nigga, dirty money

    [Tanya Herron]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Dirty, fo sho
    It's your downfall

    [Tanya Herron]

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

    [Chorus: 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

    Now the whole neighborhood silent
    Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shhhh)
    While these young niggaz steady sangin
    I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?)

    I'm in a state of paranoia
    How many niggaz in the six-by-six
    Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch
    Fin' to snitch, trapping niggaz up in they downfalls
    Taping motherfuckers phone calls
    Ay, I've been in this shit for two deep
    From moving ki's, 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 niggaz, down with they business and stack chips
    Savin up for hard times
    Do the time when you do the crime
    You niggaz tryin to ? your downfall


    [Voice with effects]
    Nothing lasts forever but love
    Money comes and goes
    But for those ?? it surely goes

    You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped
    Puttin niggaz up forever, cause you did the crime hop
    Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real
    Runnin in niggaz houses, niggaz fighting appeals
    Offering 50 years to innocent motherfuckers
    All because of the game, niggaz 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
    Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce
    Avoid they conversation, them niggaz the dudes, fool


    [Outro - spoken as Chorus repeats]
    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" [scratched to end]
    This song was submitted on July 27th, 2009 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Brad Jordan, Mike Dean.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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