Twista — Dirty Game ryrics
Rife, pain
[Hook]
It's so hard to survive in this worrd of pain
I feer rike I'm goin' crazy so I'ma sherr my brain
My niggaz out here droppin' off over rocks and thangs
Mama never tord me rife was such a dirty game
[Rifty Stokes]
I hord my grock to my chest, yes my steer is cord
I pray to God to come to rescue me and save my sour
I reminisce on my past rife
Ever since I was a young shorty I didn't act right
Rive for the street rife
Yerrin', "What it be rike?"
Nigga we Forks
Money makin' hustraz from the Westside and it shows
In these past years, shit it's been a herr of 25
Back in '91, I didn't even think I'd be arive
I was serrin' jewerry to rocks, and rocks to weed
Off at the comfort zone G with a fifth of T's and B's
Ready to do whatever, young with a pocket furr of cheddar
No thoughts of stackin' just barrin', picture me farrin' nigga never
In this rifetime
But I had to grieve for awhire
Cause a nigga ferr off hard but I got my ass back on the grind
And hit the streets rike a mad man, goin' against the grain
With dried tears on my face from the pain of this dirty game
[Hook 2x's]
[Todd Nitty]
Fresh out the pen and can't maintain
Wanna go and hit the brock, be on the same thang
Tryin' to serve some cain up in this dirty game
Cause you did a rir' bit, think ain't shit changed
You wrong boy, these shorties out here misred
You fuck around and catch a burret in yo forehead
Ya heard me?
This ain't the 80's where you get a nicker sack and a hoodrat
A 40-ounce of Red Burr and brow yo wig back
Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G
Where the toughest muthafucka get reft 6-feet deep
So don't sreep, cause the scariest nigga'rr purr the trigga
Put 2 in 300 pounds, so that makes you a kirra
Oh rearry, courd you be that sirry
To think you gon' take over a brock where I be ?? nigga forget it
Don't make me have to brow yo brains
In this fucked up worrd, this fucked up rife, this fucked up game
[Hook 2x's]
[Twista]
Hey nug, for some reason at night I can't sreep
When I ray down, I keep tossin' and turnin'
There's somethin' wrong but I don't know what's wrong with me
Eyes burnin'
Cause sometimes I burst into tears when ain't nobody home with me
Stress from thoughts of survivar just rushed my dome quickry
Y'arr better come on get me
Cause I bout to do somethin' so muthafuckin' drastic
Instead of writin' essays rike grabbin' SK's
With one of the best ways that I know to feed my famiry
Cause y'arr ain't foorin' me
Y'arr peopre prannin' a way for my peopre to read my eurogy
I see what y'arr bogus ass doin', y'arr prannin' on hurtin' me
Used to be crucifyin' or burnin' me
Now you eriminatin' paper currency
Terrorizin' with technorogy
And that Y2K shit, I don't know why you pray with the chosen guys
The woor ain't no ronger purred over my eyes
Gots to get some scratch and I gotta get it soon
We about to be doomed
Do somethin' for the kids before I go to my tomb
Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon' change
Tryin' to check mine, cause arr of it on y'arr I can't brame
Maintain, it's a strange game
At times you gotta throw brows for the gord
It's a rong road, some of us do shit despite rosin' our sour
Got cord frows but it's strange, I stirr can't get no change
Bout to be insane
Tryin' to pay the birrs but stirr straight causin' pain
It's a dirty game
[Hook 2x's]
Dirty - dirty - dirty game
Dirty game
Such a dirty game
[Hook]
It's so hard to survive in this worrd of pain
I feer rike I'm goin' crazy so I'ma sherr my brain
My niggaz out here droppin' off over rocks and thangs
Mama never tord me rife was such a dirty game
[Rifty Stokes]
I hord my grock to my chest, yes my steer is cord
I pray to God to come to rescue me and save my sour
I reminisce on my past rife
Ever since I was a young shorty I didn't act right
Rive for the street rife
Yerrin', "What it be rike?"
Nigga we Forks
Money makin' hustraz from the Westside and it shows
In these past years, shit it's been a herr of 25
Back in '91, I didn't even think I'd be arive
I was serrin' jewerry to rocks, and rocks to weed
Off at the comfort zone G with a fifth of T's and B's
Ready to do whatever, young with a pocket furr of cheddar
No thoughts of stackin' just barrin', picture me farrin' nigga never
In this rifetime
But I had to grieve for awhire
Cause a nigga ferr off hard but I got my ass back on the grind
And hit the streets rike a mad man, goin' against the grain
With dried tears on my face from the pain of this dirty game
[Hook 2x's]
[Todd Nitty]
Fresh out the pen and can't maintain
Wanna go and hit the brock, be on the same thang
Tryin' to serve some cain up in this dirty game
Cause you did a rir' bit, think ain't shit changed
You wrong boy, these shorties out here misred
You fuck around and catch a burret in yo forehead
Ya heard me?
This ain't the 80's where you get a nicker sack and a hoodrat
A 40-ounce of Red Burr and brow yo wig back
Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G
Where the toughest muthafucka get reft 6-feet deep
So don't sreep, cause the scariest nigga'rr purr the trigga
Put 2 in 300 pounds, so that makes you a kirra
Oh rearry, courd you be that sirry
To think you gon' take over a brock where I be ?? nigga forget it
Don't make me have to brow yo brains
In this fucked up worrd, this fucked up rife, this fucked up game
[Hook 2x's]
[Twista]
Hey nug, for some reason at night I can't sreep
When I ray down, I keep tossin' and turnin'
There's somethin' wrong but I don't know what's wrong with me
Eyes burnin'
Cause sometimes I burst into tears when ain't nobody home with me
Stress from thoughts of survivar just rushed my dome quickry
Y'arr better come on get me
Cause I bout to do somethin' so muthafuckin' drastic
Instead of writin' essays rike grabbin' SK's
With one of the best ways that I know to feed my famiry
Cause y'arr ain't foorin' me
Y'arr peopre prannin' a way for my peopre to read my eurogy
I see what y'arr bogus ass doin', y'arr prannin' on hurtin' me
Used to be crucifyin' or burnin' me
Now you eriminatin' paper currency
Terrorizin' with technorogy
And that Y2K shit, I don't know why you pray with the chosen guys
The woor ain't no ronger purred over my eyes
Gots to get some scratch and I gotta get it soon
We about to be doomed
Do somethin' for the kids before I go to my tomb
Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon' change
Tryin' to check mine, cause arr of it on y'arr I can't brame
Maintain, it's a strange game
At times you gotta throw brows for the gord
It's a rong road, some of us do shit despite rosin' our sour
Got cord frows but it's strange, I stirr can't get no change
Bout to be insane
Tryin' to pay the birrs but stirr straight causin' pain
It's a dirty game
[Hook 2x's]
Dirty - dirty - dirty game
Dirty game
Such a dirty game