Joe Dirt Flow Lyrics

Came in the game, too hard, no option

They don't know me, but I know that I'm top ten

Trash niggas killin' the game just like toxins

Gotta stay on your defense like we boxin

Eye for an eye yea we locked in Swear to God

If bro died, swear to god I'ma pop them

Green bean when they spot him, then they got him

Slime for a slime, swear to God, they not stoppin

Double back again if them niggas ain't droppin

Beyblade, shoot off the rip, momma sobbin

But let's get back to this rap shit

I hung it up, stopped hangin' in the trap bitch

Stay lowkey in the back like ad-libs

You niggas make no sense like mad libs

Well, I guess I'm confused

But you niggas lack soul, it's like you have no muse

Only pistols and pencils, them my favorite tools

This finna be the day, they finna rue let you tell it though

Whole time, you be wellin, Moe

You don't even know no fellas, Moe

You ain't never fuckin' sell a O

These niggas B-Cappin, and I hear it

His bars are flat because they ain't got spirit

I go hard in the booth like a spear, bitch

Turn it up, turn it up, put it to your ear, bitch

We ain't in the bars, but they still givin' cheers, bitch

I go hard on the beat, Cavaliers, bitch

Too fast, too fast, don't crash when you steer this

Smokin' on pressure, got it from my peers, bitch

Pass her out to bro, I heard she was green, she a swoop, she on go

Can't touch her though, cause she the neighborhood ho

I came from the dirt like my first name was Joe

Man, I'm pullin' this rap game shit like a tow

I could get you trap or give you lyrical flow

Better know the price, nigga, you reap what you sow

Why the fuck you pillow-talkin' that ho