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Dirty Deeds Lyrics

by Woodie




This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?


Yoc what? Your Glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk
Cause ain't no turning back when you flaunt your strap,
Leave your cap peeled when I dump chump
When the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes,
Ammunition dishing out in rows
Keep foes in check with effect when I rip their neck
When I let loose hoe
Deuce-0 block props got cops on our jocks,
But popping shots will not stop
Slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop
Aftershock liquefies my brain and mary jane invades my veins
To maintain and hang when I gang-bang,
Inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain
Coats my throat when I off choke smoke,
Approach the roach til it's all she wrote
Smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks
That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a Yoc town soldier
Exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober
Gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days,
Hazed by norte ways it's not a phase
Steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it ain't no thang
Still hang and claim with my real folks,
It's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks
Hit your block with a chop and peel throats,
Blast with a mask and let these skills show
Let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty
Folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's scandalous for Shirley
That girly got me numb for 781 redrum
Ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs
Pump your chest with an SKS and bless your dome with a tre-eight chrome
Murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.


This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind

In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?


I'm strapped with a black snub tre-eight
Packed with a hundred and twenty-five plus grains
That extra load with a hollow
Swallow your last breath when it touch brains
These bloodstains of enemies are the sins of me livin' that Yoc life
But until I die it's a lie
That's why fifty got my gang in the spotlight
Breakin' 'em off in different fashions
Maybe I'll shank 'em, maybe I'll blast 'em
The punk ass five-o, rats and rivals
Kindle my homicidal passion I'm mashin'
For that everlastin' twentieth street I'm ridin'
Confidin' in myself, Lil' bird and L's
Everybody else testifyin', soon dyin'
Tryin' to keep my freedom
If I don't beat the pigs,
I'll live in a cell, no bail, doin' 25 with an "L"
I'd rather get murdered and go to hell...
I bail thru the cuts of the Yoc in a lark on rally's
Backstreet alleys allow me to shake the spot
And pursue my plots of gangbangin' in northern Cali
Co. Co. County's hella shady
Somebody's catchin' 3 strikes daily
I gotta maintain, let my nuts hang
Use my brain and make this lifestyle pay me
Fade me? I don't think so
Wipe your memory with a single
Shot from a tre-five-sev
Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak
That Yoc-town lingo and mingle with northerners
Who've blown up the spot, got the Yoc hot
Kickin' up enormous dust
Discuss nothin' straight bustin' upon your click thought I wasn't
As pistol chambers rearranges guts this shit gets disgustin'
With all these homiez switchin' up I'm not quite sure who to trust
So I just follow my gut and let it be known
For the Norte side I bust.


This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?







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Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
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