[Verse One: Party Arty]
Straight like that
I'm the dirtiest n*gga here
What you don't know, n*gga yeah
I'm the one n*ggas fear, my n*ggas care
About nothing, but you? About frontin
When me and the track meet, it ain't about runnin
Gunnin, verses at you, leave you stiff like a statue
Riff and I'ma clap you, flip, son 'cause I had to
Get at you dog, like DMX, leave you bloody like BMS
Leavin in EMS
[Verse Two: A.G.]
I'm the dirtiest n*gga here, and we can bet
See me vibe with the n*ggas we respect
And see the rest, peep the sketch
It's seventy-four, raw as ever
My design is to shine in any era
My-I, f*cks with G.I., the hood is crazy
Got a n*gga drinkin Dany and smokin ceejas
Checkin my closest peeps on V.I.'s
Giuliani and that RICO sh*t, and me don't mix
[Verse Three: D-Flow]
Flow the dirtiest n*gga here
Blow Hershey in the air, you scared n*gga wipe ya tears
Even got snipers scared, tryna drink lighter beers
Blaze more trees, play more freaks
Rubbin they cheecks, nut on they sheets, f*ck on they beats
Flow boo, you should know two things
It's like I got two brains the way I do things
Move 'caine, always wanted to f*ck a chick name 2Swing
But I tell you about her later dog 'cause it's a group thing
We up in blue flame, spittin sh*t, chair me on
Drink more beer than all, n*gga fear the storm from here's on
Who the dirtiest?
Who the dirtiest?
Where you at my n*gga?
I'm the dirtiest n*gga here
Rhymes never been washed, crimes never been solved
G.D. is better than y'all
Filthy, is how I be on a song
I get dirty n*gga so f*ck it, now I'm the Dirty Don
Freak n*gga, lookin hunt at her stairs
di*k so hard feel like I got a gun in my pants
If you f*ck me, you got to f*ck one of my mans
Catch me runnin out a bank, with a gun in my hands
[Verse Four: A.G.]
I'm the dirtiest n*gga here
And I'll get grimy just to prove it
Take your track and loop it, use it just to use it
That's what you say, but I say
That's not the way we do our music
Love this sh*t here, and won't abuse it
Exclusive, on some Funkmaster or Clue sh*t
Move is like Eric Wright, can't write to no smooth sh*t
They lose it, when they hear me rap
Roll deep, hold heat, Show beats is off the meat rack
And all I know is crime and rhyme
Hot like '97, drop in '98 - so I'm straight for '99
[Verse Five: Party Arty]
I'm the dirtiest n*gga here
And you can hear it from a mile away
I be around the way, drinkin Bacardi and Alizé
In the black Benz pumpin Biggie sh*t
Get dirty, f*ck the jiggy sh*t
Straight from New York, my whole city spit
See me on fifty-fifth, drinkin St. Ide's
We call it Ide-it, still the same guy, G.D. affiliate
While I'm in this game I got a mil' to get
Filler sh*t, Party Arty still'a spit
Realler sh*t, iller sh*t, killer sh*t
Hit you with three, on some real Reg' Miller sh*t
Just to let you know what I'm dealin with
Who the dirtiest? I'm the dirtiest
Who the dirtiest? I'm the dirtiest
I'm the dirtiest, I'm the dirtiest
Who the dirtiest? What.. I'm the dirtiest!