NOTHING LIKE I THOUGHT

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What's up? Let's go Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?) Yo, Snoop Dogg Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over) Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click Enough respect to the West coast Dun, dun, dun Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit) Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu) Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn [Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] Shit is crazy real in the field I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals on the real Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed In this American dream to get some cream You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain, the smokin' method, mane It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record and you change And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame Black people lives ain't the same And that's the tale in my hood Niggas is up to no good You better watch 'em in them hoods [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I always thought living life was easy Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me) So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread) My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz) Houses all over Texas (Texas) Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus) He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this) Expensive Tim suits Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots) Put me on like pook (Pook) Every morning that I awake Ten G's in my fuckin' face Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe) Son runs our state Carrying coke by the weight (Weight) Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate) And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty) 12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty) [Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics What up nigga, what? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha I got you, nigga [Verse 3: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll rip mics on site, you know the type New jack, this is my city like Wesley Snipes Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't) 12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker) All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?) [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue And the MC world is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique Or just a peak physique of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese I never liked rhymes that's incomplete Then again, obsolete I shall repeat, there's an easy street For niggas who earned You learned, you sojourned Then you returned As an intelligent, positive messenger Not an experiment negative Lucifer With the jittling gloss of grafted skin Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin Who would score? The wizard of war Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon If you understand the what, when, why, how Are you fellas who exempt, or to disallow A fresh MC that will knock you down I get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose? You take what they take, on some recompose A fresh MC is totally unique Even the Devil said I'm totally unique