Dirt or Die

[Skit 1]
See ya
Let me break this down to ya
You gotta kick the language as if you got it going on
You know, like with the program
Like a Microsoft Word program on my computer?
No man!
Man listen to me
What?
You got to speak to the people as though you all with it
Babylon
Level up
That's what niggas is doin'?
Dia– Diamond

[Verse]
In the booth I rap like I'm bulletproof, wallets like Ghostface, killer leave no trace (What?)
36 bullets in my chamber like I'm in the Wu
All my niggas rap so, people think I'm in a group
I perform the same way I was born: solo dolo
My niggas still rockin' vintage Polo (What?)
God Sound, calm down, don't make me spin this car 'round (Skrr, boom-boom-boom)
Your hood look like a ghost town, hate me now
Escobar, my dawg caught a wеapons charged (Waddup nigga?)
Gotta set the bar, my nigga Cisе Greeny jacking Queens like a deck of cards
My repertoire gold
The fiend turned my record off, took the needle, broke it
Tried to stick it in his arm, you know I got that dope shit, to what for all that broke shit?
Every lock on the door get broke when me and bro click, you rap-a-lot, no Prince (Nah)
Ridin' through the city in a glass house with no tints, your ass out
(Diamond)

[Skit 2]
To the pernicious practices that were lurking in our midst
Now this picture that I just finished
A picture that I believe that all of you will want to see
The last gangster, strikes an entirely new angle
It is the smashing climax to all gangster pictures
It reveals the end of mobs and mobsters
It exposes vividly just what happens to our so called Public Enemys when Uncle Sam gets hold of them and puts them where they really belong