Ackamonkey-Dirty

Ackamonkey - Dirty f/ Lil Burn One [Lil Burn One] I hate's to wake up, another day tryin' to stack that cake up Lookin' at the time but I ain't lookin at no Jacob No food in the refrigirator, no toilet paper Wondering how he made it so that make me a hater Another rapper with big dreams I'm on the outside lookin in at this big screen Like the sh*t ain't been the same since 'Pac and Biggie died I'm wishin that the rap game would bring Lil Burn alive But what the ***** is my opinion when niggaz out here making millions And I ain't got a god damn dime A pot to piss in and my raps the only thing I can say mines So I'm out here on the grind Just tryin' to get in where I fit, cause on the street I'm the sh*t And niggaz waitin' for me to get legit Cause they know it's all good, when Burn come stuntin' through the hood like summer and decorate the whole Alabama [Chorus] That's why I Wake up everymorning and lace my shoes up tight Cause I know I might have to run From these folks if I'm caught with this gun But I still, get out on the block Hustle what I can before my trap get hot Cause I know my children got to eat They need chlothes and shoes on they feet That's why I [Mr. G-Staka] Man that's why I, runnin from these folk Cause I stay strapped, cause got a pocket full of d**e But if they find I'm hustlin this 'dro Then they gon lock me up so I can't hustle it no mo But I'm not lyin, that's why I grind Spending my time, trying to get mine Cause ain't nothin' free, off in these streets And everyday I'm runnin from the MPD So I tie my J's, tight as I can And tuck my .45 deep off in my pants Cause the sh*t get sad, makin' me mad And I can't stack my G's, with these p's on my a** Don't wanna stay up alone, but I need me some cash That's why I hustle hard, just to come up fast And standing in the yard with a bag full of grag Servin every junkie' can't let nothing pass [Chorus] [Big Pimp] Man this cold water stank That's why I put a top on my drank In the club, I don't know how these niggaz and girls think One meek would probably have my whole mind erased blank Late at night hunchin a bow leg dog behind a bank And I ain't sayin, that I'd ***** a dog in the a** But how I'm gon know what I'm doin if my mind gone bad I'm a pimp, so tell me how my fans gon respect that Everytime my song come on in the club, I get ***** Cabbage patchin with draws on my head Never know when I might snap wishin all y'all was dead To prevent that, I stay ping pongin hoes like a rit rat Every Sunday a pot of turnips mixed with pig fat The pig feet, the pig ears, and the pig back That make yo stomach weak, then city boy get back The Dirty south where country niggaz live to get fat And rearrange our coc*ine is a good crack You can be thirty five still get ya jaw cracked Rollin' yo eyes gettin loud trying to talk back Cause sh*t mama plus belt equal cross back I loss a half a block, and still tryin to crawl back Hoping the good luck fairy make ya fall back But my children hungry so that kill all that Just suck it up and try to intercept the ball back Praying to God my laces don't be tied in all black [Chorus] x2