Testi:
Dirty Heads Believe

the mic you better sing like you believe like you believe, like you believe, like you believe, like you believe like you believe in you, like you, like you believe

we pull up on the scene Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size Heads turn while I drive it's like they can't believe their eyes It's that

and they all called me phony And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney But they soon found out, and now they all believe' Cause every Tuesday after

same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle

[talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and

hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty

The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. (She Talkin Dirty To Me) I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe

The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. (She Talkin Dirty To Me) I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe

Rollin' windows down kickback trollen I'm holdin' and foldin' see no cold in the streets dirty looks - huh - we think it's funny the workin' class squares