Featuring 12 O'Clock




Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard




Sup? Let's Go.



(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E 40 And The Motherfucking Click!)



Nuff Respect To The West Coast.



(Duhhn Duhhn Duhhn)



Yo Ol Dirty Bastard Coming Through



Know What I'm Saying? I Got The East Coast Locked The FUCK Down



Hear My SHIT Nigga! (Dirty Dirty Dirty Brooklyn!)




Verse One: 12 O'Clock




Shit Is Crazy Real In The Field



I Watched Niggaz Blood Get Spilled Over Five Dollar Bills



And Major Drug Deals On The Real



See A Nigga Get Meals And His Bitch Get Him Killed



In This American Dream To Get Some Cream



You're Ownin A Beem, And Your Face In Magazines



12 O'Clock Maintains In The Game



Bring The Pain To Smokin Method, Main



It's Not All About The Fame, Silly Ass Dames



Get A Gold Record And You Change



And For The Niggaz Sellin Cocaine, You're Too Blame



Black People Lives Ain't The Same



And That's The Tale In My Hood



Niggaz Is Up To No Good, You Better Watch Em In Them Hoods




Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard




I Always Thought Livin Life Was Easy



Go To School, Get A Job, Yo It Couldn't Be Me



So Instead, I Played My Bed



My Momma Got Fed, And Now A Nigga Livin With A Dread



My Best Fuckin Friend, Knew Him Since Ten



Nigga Feed Me CREAM, Let Me Whip The Benz



Houses All Over Texas, Lightning Gold Lexus



He Had Enough Respect To Dress This



Expensive Tim Suits, Girl Wearin Fly Gucci Boots



Put Me On Like POOK!



Every Morning That I Awake



Ten G's In My Fuckin Face, Combination To The Safe!



Son Run The State, Carrying Coke By The Weight



Nigga Put Pounds In The Weed Gate



And It