Dirty D's Theme (Hoe Or Die) Lyrics
| Song | Dirty D's Theme (Hoe Or Die) |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | No Man's Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lee, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Verse one：phesto | |
| Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken | |
| Making a mockery of you mc's, we grimace malicious parodies | |
| You're finished, allowing you to win is just not in us | |
| That's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all | |
| The wack 'fore you *****z get blackballed, you're small | |
| And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal | |
| Punk contention bitten for attention | |
| Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's | |
| Wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated | |
| By the innovative when i'm stimulated come pale | |
| To embellish i relish mc's overzealous who fail us | |
| Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless | |
| Frontin like they on some other *****t | |
| Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact | |
| Well i belittle mc's, and hold no reefer | |
| But sho don't sleep i'm out | |
| Verse two: tajai | |
| We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed | |
| That's the policy, get from me, so i grab all i see | |
| And after that we out, in a trail of laughter | |
| Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained | |
| This ain't no, flash in the pan *****t, just sell it and fade to nada | |
| Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold | |
| One day i got up and i willed no rapper greater | |
| They fake and still doze and act like they young as ***** | |
| Hollerin about the *****z they buck | |
| Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked | |
| Lesson u**ost, japanitos to one broke | |
| Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo | |
| Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil i know, word | |
| Casino, i ant that ass like zebra skins | |
| Fidos keepin pins and needles | |
| Whether you tread or rest your head until ya | |
| Succumb to the voice that's deep within, you should know | |
| Chorus: | |
| It's time to let the weak *****t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| You should know, it's time to let that wack *****t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| Verse three: opio | |
| They say i'm too posessive, agressive | |
| I make a mess of mc's depress em, plessin em | |
| The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession | |
| Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions | |
| Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession | |
| If you're pressin luck self destruct | |
| I'm vindictive, so descriptive | |
| Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike | |
| I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice | |
| 'fore i sink ice cold lyrics and you're sliced | |
| Through the mirror and it's right to the center | |
| Where it hurts, convert | |
| Reconsider the bitter, consequences | |
| You're defenseless against us, you go berzerk | |
| Ingesting mc's like clockwork, when i rock | |
| Murderous rhymes one time for your mind | |
| And drop dimes for them *****z who don't get live | |
| Verse four: a-plus | |
| I reduce you to dust piles | |
| Plus styles'll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out | |
| Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted | |
| I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it | |
| So i own it, i make my grip tight | |
| It's like i'm nuttin nice when i'm writing rhymes to cut and slice men | |
| You wouldn't, i win every time that we clash | |
| I will surpass ya, a-plus a known flasher | |
| Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference | |
| Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner | |
| You shouldn't even try, why was you on the | |
| Mic in the first place | |
| You even chose tbe track, see yousa ***** with the worst taste | |
| I make you *****z disperse with haste | |
| My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates | |
| I think that i should be your human idol | |
| Makin mc's suicidal when they lose they title | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Now, you should know, it's time to let that wack *****t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Now you should know, you need to let that wack *****t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that | |
| Souls of mischief rock the house | |
| My man big domino, yeah yeah | |
| Big casual, yeah yeah | |
| ... | |
| Pep love | |
| Can't forget jay-biz | |
| Westbound, north side, like that | |
| ... | |
| Hieroglyphics in the house | |
| Let that wack *****t go |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lee, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Verse one: phesto | |
| Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken | |
| Making a mockery of you mc' s, we grimace malicious parodies | |
| You' re finished, allowing you to win is just not in us | |
| That' s horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all | |
| The wack ' fore you z get blackballed, you' re small | |
| And we make a spectacle of y' all withdrawal | |
| Punk contention bitten for attention | |
| Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy' s | |
| Wasted, disintegrated, you' ll be incinerated | |
| By the innovative when i' m stimulated come pale | |
| To embellish i relish mc' s overzealous who fail us | |
| Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless | |
| Frontin like they on some other t | |
| Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact | |
| Well i belittle mc' s, and hold no reefer | |
| But sho don' t sleep i' m out | |
| Verse two: tajai | |
| We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it' s bout greed | |
| That' s the policy, get from me, so i grab all i see | |
| And after that we out, in a trail of laughter | |
| Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained | |
| This ain' t no, flash in the pan t, just sell it and fade to nada | |
| Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold | |
| One day i got up and i willed no rapper greater | |
| They fake and still doze and act like they young as | |
| Hollerin about the z they buck | |
| Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked | |
| Lesson u ost, japanitos to one broke | |
| Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo | |
| Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil i know, word | |
| Casino, i ant that ass like zebra skins | |
| Fidos keepin pins and needles | |
| Whether you tread or rest your head until ya | |
| Succumb to the voice that' s deep within, you should know | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s time to let the weak t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| You should know, it' s time to let that wack t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| Verse three: opio | |
| They say i' m too posessive, agressive | |
| I make a mess of mc' s depress em, plessin em | |
| The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession | |
| Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions | |
| Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession | |
| If you' re pressin luck self destruct | |
| I' m vindictive, so descriptive | |
| Intriguing on the mic, we don' t see things alike | |
| I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice | |
| ' fore i sink ice cold lyrics and you' re sliced | |
| Through the mirror and it' s right to the center | |
| Where it hurts, convert | |
| Reconsider the bitter, consequences | |
| You' re defenseless against us, you go berzerk | |
| Ingesting mc' s like clockwork, when i rock | |
| Murderous rhymes one time for your mind | |
| And drop dimes for them z who don' t get live | |
| Verse four: aplus | |
| I reduce you to dust piles | |
| Plus styles' ll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out | |
| Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted | |
| I rock the mic and now, they don' t want you on it | |
| So i own it, i make my grip tight | |
| It' s like i' m nuttin nice when i' m writing rhymes to cut and slice men | |
| You wouldn' t, i win every time that we clash | |
| I will surpass ya, aplus a known flasher | |
| Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference | |
| Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner | |
| You shouldn' t even try, why was you on the | |
| Mic in the first place | |
| You even chose tbe track, see yousa with the worst taste | |
| I make you z disperse with haste | |
| My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates | |
| I think that i should be your human idol | |
| Makin mc' s suicidal when they lose they title | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Now, you should know, it' s time to let that wack t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Now you should know, you need to let that wack t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that | |
| Souls of mischief rock the house | |
| My man big domino, yeah yeah | |
| Big casual, yeah yeah | |
| ... | |
| Pep love | |
| Can' t forget jaybiz | |
| Westbound, north side, like that | |
| ... | |
| Hieroglyphics in the house | |
| Let that wack t go |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lee, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Verse one: phesto | |
| Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken | |
| Making a mockery of you mc' s, we grimace malicious parodies | |
| You' re finished, allowing you to win is just not in us | |
| That' s horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all | |
| The wack ' fore you z get blackballed, you' re small | |
| And we make a spectacle of y' all withdrawal | |
| Punk contention bitten for attention | |
| Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy' s | |
| Wasted, disintegrated, you' ll be incinerated | |
| By the innovative when i' m stimulated come pale | |
| To embellish i relish mc' s overzealous who fail us | |
| Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless | |
| Frontin like they on some other t | |
| Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact | |
| Well i belittle mc' s, and hold no reefer | |
| But sho don' t sleep i' m out | |
| Verse two: tajai | |
| We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it' s bout greed | |
| That' s the policy, get from me, so i grab all i see | |
| And after that we out, in a trail of laughter | |
| Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained | |
| This ain' t no, flash in the pan t, just sell it and fade to nada | |
| Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold | |
| One day i got up and i willed no rapper greater | |
| They fake and still doze and act like they young as | |
| Hollerin about the z they buck | |
| Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked | |
| Lesson u ost, japanitos to one broke | |
| Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo | |
| Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil i know, word | |
| Casino, i ant that ass like zebra skins | |
| Fidos keepin pins and needles | |
| Whether you tread or rest your head until ya | |
| Succumb to the voice that' s deep within, you should know | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s time to let the weak t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| You should know, it' s time to let that wack t go, no more | |
| And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! | |
| Verse three: opio | |
| They say i' m too posessive, agressive | |
| I make a mess of mc' s depress em, plessin em | |
| The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession | |
| Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions | |
| Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession | |
| If you' re pressin luck self destruct | |
| I' m vindictive, so descriptive | |
| Intriguing on the mic, we don' t see things alike | |
| I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice | |
| ' fore i sink ice cold lyrics and you' re sliced | |
| Through the mirror and it' s right to the center | |
| Where it hurts, convert | |
| Reconsider the bitter, consequences | |
| You' re defenseless against us, you go berzerk | |
| Ingesting mc' s like clockwork, when i rock | |
| Murderous rhymes one time for your mind | |
| And drop dimes for them z who don' t get live | |
| Verse four: aplus | |
| I reduce you to dust piles | |
| Plus styles' ll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out | |
| Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted | |
| I rock the mic and now, they don' t want you on it | |
| So i own it, i make my grip tight | |
| It' s like i' m nuttin nice when i' m writing rhymes to cut and slice men | |
| You wouldn' t, i win every time that we clash | |
| I will surpass ya, aplus a known flasher | |
| Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference | |
| Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner | |
| You shouldn' t even try, why was you on the | |
| Mic in the first place | |
| You even chose tbe track, see yousa with the worst taste | |
| I make you z disperse with haste | |
| My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates | |
| I think that i should be your human idol | |
| Makin mc' s suicidal when they lose they title | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Now, you should know, it' s time to let that wack t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Now you should know, you need to let that wack t go | |
| No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! | |
| Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that | |
| Souls of mischief rock the house | |
| My man big domino, yeah yeah | |
| Big casual, yeah yeah | |
| ... | |
| Pep love | |
| Can' t forget jaybiz | |
| Westbound, north side, like that | |
| ... | |
| Hieroglyphics in the house | |
| Let that wack t go |
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