You labelled me at birth the minute I was born, you labelled me a child another little pawn, you labelled me a kid and sent me off to school, you labelled
fly ashes burn Over and over ain't no need to learn It's all dust on dust It's all you and me Out done completely out played Just shovel some more dirt
home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
" [2Pac] I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it
hustlas, But never knew none like us before We junking them off in dumpsters Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts, Peep this cut, Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label
than the plane that crashed into the trade center Brain bending pain enter ya nervous system and make you wanna turn the other way Stick yo fuckin head in the dirt
of the Terrapins; got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them
so strong [Ma$e] Before you take me name, take my fame, Why you had to take my shame, take my flaws, take my blame Feel my dirt, conceal my hurt, See
you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label
quick Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this, but I'd rather feel rich I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now Big Meth, the label's Def, that's why I talk so loud,
make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels
it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they
The label said "Made in the UK" so I tried it on And I looked in the mirror and declared "I like this shirt, I want it" It's not the label on the shirt
: State ya name gangsta! [Tre' Little] Tre' Little don status hold my dick Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get I came in this game
dash {Snoop} Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around And die and come back They get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, like
the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph signin pads wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk from red label scotch While you
you and me Outdone completely, outplayed Just shovel some more dirt on the grave It's all dust on dust, it's all you and me Outdone completely, outplayed Just shovel some more dirt