Texty:
Dirt Hated

see I can see, yeah (Wish I couldn't see at all) I can feel (Wish I couldn't feel at all) Hate to see (Wish I couldn't see at all) Hate to feel (Wish

she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate

get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from

s a blessing that he had slow hands But he's still right behind me All these heartless fools is steady comin' after my P So many phony niggaz lovin' to hate

your ass fine, fine just ain't gon' cut it Drama's what you're in love with You and the bitches you run with Lately I'm feelin' smothered You scooped around for dirt

Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout

funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em Yonkers, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem The hurt, the pain, the dirt

' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, you hate, you hate It's too late, 'cause you hate Punk

nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice up Aiyyo, the brother's stillmatic I crawled up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt