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Dirty Money The Last Fight

C'mon don't give up this isn't over the night is young got a few more hours crack another bottle to force ourselves to sleep another night ripped wide

We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but there's no one better We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater Fight dirty in

haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing (x2) so, made me cry don't you hurt, hurt my pride got me madder than a muthaf-cker trying to fight

1:] [Redman] Yo, flipmode, toiletbowls explode When Doc come drop a shitload Grip fo's Mushrooms, dick those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money,

at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It ain't no need to fight We

me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at Selling dope with my folks, come close and see I react Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and

go, lets ride, Hello, Good morning Hello, Good morning Know you've been waiting for it 'cause I seen you watching so lets go lets get it popping [Dirty money

like this [*singing*] Ohhhh, for the H-Town Tonight I'm gon' make some money goooo For the H-Towwwwwn [Bun B] Ladies and gentlemen you're now listenin to the Dirty

about cream And you know that, I'm about cream I'm about, I'm about, I'm about cream Fast money honey baby fucking slow ... Got my money giving here rock a whole month Lasted