You labelled me at birth the minute I was born, you labelled me a child another little pawn, you labelled me a kid and sent me off to school, you labelled
where my niggaz run this up [Verse 2: Mr. Ski] This ain't rap dog, this is gangster I got the niggaz runnin' up that'll shank ya Put your face to the dirt
" [2Pac] I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it
The million dollar deal turned down, it's what I already made See you jumped on the first deal, your label would offer That's why your label's like the
only crew who promised your ass we'd take it Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels Hold it sacred
I realize I've been a dick head yes And I respect how you question your investments I take the plane but it ain't to be impressive It feels like a cop out to label
a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
, all bugged out And can't settle Word up That's worth to me and all I love My dick's stuck in the dirt Fuckin' the world and can't bust Back to the lab
it transportin' it Through metal detectors no one's followin' Coast is clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN Known for doin dirt but
Ganksta:] Nigga I be down and dirt strictly bout my 'phetamines To pushin' game to pullin' that iron and makin' muthfuckaz bleed Don't fuck wit' me, behind my issue label
hustlas, But never knew none like us before We junking them off in dumpsters Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts, Peep this cut, Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
never heard of ya Now we stuffin lead in the crome, bout to hurt ya Pack ya down in the earth, we put work in like Mad Dirt Odainers twistin like the
I got the strength of six men With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat Throats get cut, niggas
your flames out with dry desert dirt where leopards lurk Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search Strap a bomb to one of your labels record
[Cappadonna:] Yo, You can't keep a good man down I been through it all, I step on the ground Even my best friend turned they back And my label mate brothers
you done fucked up Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified Nigga I ain't bullshittin The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work Label
get to Mixtape Messiah Part 20, lets go [Chorus x2: Chamillionaire] I'm like a legit criminal doin dirt in the underground Everybody smilin, I'm knowin
But I can't let the money go to my head It's goin to my neck and my wrist instead I do a lil dirt and bust a lil lead ? Room see the pent I'ma roast on
