Ol Dirty's Back - Ol' Dirty Bastard

featuring 12 O'Clock 

Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard 

Sup? Let's go. 
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E 40  and the motherfucking Click!) 
Nuff respect to the West coast. 
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn) 
Yo  Ol Dirty Bastard coming through 
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK down 
Hear my SHIT  nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty  Brooklyn!) 

Verse One: 12 O'Clock 

Shit is crazy real in the field 
I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills 
And major drug deals on the real 
See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed 
In this American dream to get some cream 
You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines 
12 O'Clock maintains in the game 
Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main 
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames 
Get a gold record and you change 
And for the niggaz sellin cocaine, you're too blame 
Black people lives ain't the same 
And that's the Tale in my Hood 
Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods 

Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard 

I always thought livin life was easy 
Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me 
So instead, I played my bed 
My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a dread 
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten 
Nigga feed me CREAM, let me whip the Benz 
Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus 
He had enough respect to dress this 
Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots 
Put me on like POOK! 
Every morning that I awake 
Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe! 
Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight 
Nigga put pounds in the weed gate 
And it