Dirty Rico

Ah, hah, hah
So I see motherfuckers think it's gonna be easy running away from us
Motherfuckers think it's gonna be fucking (Exactly man, exactly, what the fuck)
They gonna, uh, run away from the fucking

It's Dirty Rico reporting live from the slums of Fort Jersey
I'm in a nice ass car with Baghead, you know we getting work in
Bag full of dead presidents, two hoodlums in your residence
Survived through the pestilence, he who extended my sentence is
Somewhat of a monster man, someone call the cops on him
But what the fucks the point, they're probably like three cities over by then
Well, let's give them a show, let these pussyholes know
That they fuckin with the alpha omegas of dough
Ok, now how the fuck they make this shit up as they go
And how they line them up and knock them down just like dominos
My effect is to put this shit up on records and make sure you check the lyrics, know it's About you but still respect it
I'm like the mirror of life, what you give me, I give right back to you
Now you act like I attacked you first, ain't that the truth
Compared to me other rappers just like a spoof
Your bitch taught me a lot with her mouth, so I sent the kids right back to school, bitch

Yo, the bitch said put me on, yeah, put me on
Rico, put me on, Baggy, put me on
Baggy, put me on, Rico, put me on
And then I fucked that bitch, she said just put me on
Put me on, put me on, Rico, put me on
Ay, say put me on, put me on