Walking trails, soaked by our tears Traveling miles and miles from home Blood still stains the ground we walked Soaking into the roots of trees Giving
by If you see them Let them know Just how far you lettin' shit go You fuckin with some OG Detroit weirdos We bombin' on who ever dirty situation
[Repeat 3x] Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Stay up off it! [Anybody Killa] Quit frontin' Actin' like I don't know what you up to
You ever chase after Death? People chase after Death everyday (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) And don't even realize But watch out
I put my life on my music and everything around me Streets that I was raised on, livin' on so ruggedly So I decided way back in the day That I'm gonna
[First Chorus] Charlie Brown, please, don't come around Because your weed is doodoo brown and it smells like the ground You're still my homie (but
[Chorus] Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding
[Chorus] What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you
Concern) Remember me as if I never went away Because I see you all another day (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) Dirty History
[Violent J] Mop up the floor with that bullshit Cause I'mma stick and move I'mma stick and move anybody Do anything to get what I need To take care
pigs If there was, I'd pull my shit and split they fuckin' wigs I'm high as fuck, and stumblin' off six 40s By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at
D-Town born and raised Drinkin' on a porch Beatin' down on strays Broke as fuck and always hungry Clothes on my back be dirty laundry [Chorus
Hey ya'll Come over here, check this out And gimme a minute of your time, but don't doubt Anything that I tell ya'll, listen up closely It's something
Tell me what the fuck's goin' on ya'll?? We're droppin' bombs up in this bitch!! Tell me what's goin' on!? Ya'll better recognize Psychopathic DROPPIN
A mind is a terrible thing to waste High school reunion wouldn't show my face I was always looked at a little different And I got blamed for everything
see they booty and neden Tell 'em Killa [Anybody Killa] Come and visit us I know it's somewhere that you wanna be Gettin' dirty life of no luxury
? Well word has it There's a chest buried underneath the floor boards under the stairway there And inside it, there's all type of dirty history Left behind
manuscripts Ya see, if where I'm from, from the pigs where we lived When we buckin' at the precinct and the judge from the jail Throwin' the hatchet up with ABK
