Lyrics

It's A Dirty Game (Revised) ©9-2-19

I’m pushin’ the Whole Industry! They hearin’ Me... yea... that’s Guaranteed... they just Colorin’ Book level... hardly know how to Read...

Block Bois R’ Us... yea... it’s Taurus so I Bust... Face Shots... Close Up... smoke somethin’ so Fast... Squad don’t even Post Up...

Put your Notes Up... I don’t like Comparin’ my Folks... Plus the Lords hold me Down on Pulaski and Polk...

I’m from Chicago... where them Field Marshalls... Slicin’ your Throat... graduated up from Foot Soldier... like Bishop to Pope...

Blood Soaked... the Kind of Streets... where you see C who Ride... Illinois Plus Plies...

All Jeezy you can Gucci the Five... Six Homeys on my Side... yea the Game So Dirty... I had to Wake Up the Guys...

V.2
I use to Hustle... No Duffle Bag... the Bread in the Walls... I come from Capitol Hill... that means I Hustle it All...

You gotta Hustle with some Balls... I’m buyin more than the Malls... I can Michigan Ave... and Cop Work from Jamal...

You don’t never hear me Stall... cuz the Engine too Big... got my Grown man Status as a West Syde Kid...

That’s what that West Syde Did... Plant a Seed that was Major League... that’s beef on my Ribs...

That’s the sauce you only get if you shoot shots at the Pigs... I use to date Officer Twigs...

The Court Reporter and Sharon... why you think I spit somethin’ have you losin your bearings...

It don’t matter what you wearin’ I’mma riddle it.... I’m feelin’ it... Snatcha you hear me...

Yea I’m at cha... like them Dog Catchers... only difference is... I’ll leave you laid on the stretchers... yea... wipe your forehead boss... it’s Taurus comin to Sweat cha...