Where Da Luv-Dirty

Where Da Luv - Dirty [Verse: Big Pimp] Now we been rappin' since the third grade... and I ain't lying Y'all saw that footage Killa Dealer played... way from '89 But I said that to say this: We paid our dues up early in the game, so why you hatin' b**ch? You don't got no love, you don't like our music? Then get off from round me You ain't gotta speak to me, I ain't mad about it... so why you frownin'? But If you got beef with me, we can cook it up if it's necessary I was born and raised in Alabama... so you sho don't scare me Cause off the top, I got love for my f**kin' city But ain't got no love for some of these hatin' a** niggaz that's in it Not the whole Gump, just the ones that be yappin' their mouth Runnin' their dick-sucker 'bout sh*t they don't even know nothin' bout I'm talkin' bout the ones that's puttin' out rumors sayin' we got beef wit Nelly I'm talkin bout the ones that's sayin' Universal dropped us on our belly Y'all niggaz wish we ain't have this deal, so that's why you lyin' So I can imagine how you b**ches felt when we first signed Now, you can take it how you wanna take, but you gonna get it how I gi' it It don't matter, long as you b**ch a** niggaz hea' it... and see it I represent Alabama, now who can say that? You know we represented hard, it's tattooed on my back The same niggaz... in our face... smiling hard... showin' their golds Burning up... on the inside... damn near... 'bout to explode We killing you slow lyrically wise, y'all niggaz can't f**k with the flow You'll come out better... hittin' the do', grabbin' your dick... beatin' it slow And a matter of fact, y'all need to be tryin' to get where we at A record deal and a mil', my ni**a we did that Sh*t, you better be glad we got this deal Cause it we ain't have it, we'll be creepin' out there Where y'all live through your window seal Slangin' steel, and knocking them G's up out your mouth And tying your heels, and takin' them ki's up out your house And I'm for real, for all you other rappers down here hatin' You gonna be here... in Montgomery struggling tryin' to make it [Chorus] Now WHERE THE LOVE? I sendin' this one out to them WEAK A** THUGS Niggaz who talk behind our back, but won't SAY SH*T TO US Ni**a we put the Gump on the map Now don't get mad cause y'all niggaz can't rap - THIS OUR CITY WHERE THE LOVE? It's so many that hate us in the b**ch, WHO CAN YOU TRUST? I ain't trustin' nan, I load, cock, AIM, AND BUST Gotta keep the b**ches off me, NI**A IT'S A MUST We jump this b**ch first MY NI**A, WHERE THE LOVE [Verse: Mr. G-stacka] I came to lay this b**ch a** niggaz down, and ain't no hollerin' bout peace Ole b**ch a** niggaz see me in the street, the first thang to speak I don't care what you reppin', don't care who you followin' Cause everything that come out your mouth, to me just see to be garbage Don't test me lil' shawty I'll get you bucked down, your career done went down Them niggaz who knew you in the Gump, they don't know yo' a** now So slow yo' a** down, and be careful what you speak on Cause if that was yo diss, well I'm just sayin... that was a weak song Cause all that booty-shake music, real G's don't us it Please don't get upset, I'm just tellin' you how we do sh*t Sissies beggin' for a deal, now keep it real You gotta come tighter with your skills, plus listen here I know you still sellin' out your trunk But please sell mo' cd's then just here in the Gump, ole p**sy punks Tryin' to run up on some heavy weight champs, don't make me snap If it wan't for us, y'all wouldn't be tryin' to rap...so don't complain Y'all niggaz ain't ready for this game, you just too lame And I got rhymes to eat you at the frame, you feel me mayne? And y'all still think y'all tighter than we Well, me and Pimp 'll blitz you on the streets or on cd [Chorus]