3T – Letras de Dirty Mit

Great leg, dry state, violate, catch a case
Catch 8 to the face
Truth is assured, it's , it's for sure
It's know it's not corporate, it's horrid,
Land of the losses, grieve where the lord is
It's hard to afford it, the pour is and nobody ain't pouring
The peeps informant, the source of the broken misfortune
That most men forfeit, it feeling like , they gotta
, showing taste for the lettuce
And they ain't going out without the chatter
Felt I gotta tell her, it ain't gonna stop or get better
They caught him on camera, with the , hammer
Trying to get 2 grand up, at least that's what the plan was
2 kids in Atlanta, trying to buy them pampers
Got a bunch of questions but he ain't got the answers
Got a chick pregnant, she exotic dancer
Sex she be giving and you know it ain't ,
300 bucks get you sucked that's standard
Guess she never planned forward
But it's in the portrait
Now she all fucked up caught up in that core system
Just did a month, barely escaped prison
Find her in the church, trying to make an honest living
Switching lifestyle see the light now
The daddy's up in Rockside,
Now she gotta raise them on her own, turning the house into a home
And hopefully not to a young Capone
But you know how the streets do,
Hard to release you, you feeling like a piece scoop
Your mom's in your ears, but your dad ain't around you
Your wives turn to ex-es, your X-es turn to O-s
Your drinks turn to weed, your pills turn to coke
Your friends turn to gangs, you'll never be the same
When you find your main, lost 1, lost 2
And , ain't you
It happens every day, in the city nigger,
It's a pity when we lose, in the city that we grew
We gotta switch the , this is it, the dirty mit.