swift, tryin' to work us, Lord With devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Uh the children are the future And
' Patrollin' And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin
my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro:] I ride all day, just me and
mma Dump Back Dump Back Down South We Gonna Hustle To Tha Roster Crow My Nose Runnin' Still Cause A Nigga Used To Blow If Pockets Low I'll Let Ya
me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud
catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music
goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the
up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God
**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
it first Imma dump back dump back Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow My nose runnin still cause a nigga used to blow If pockets low I'll let
the belt, now Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand Now what's the game plan, let money change hand I'm still champ, and white boys still
weaker than water, black, He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or chris and i'll find pat I'm gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30 Just like you
baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches Back givin' nig's the business Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and