Back in the Air lyrics

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase
Friday night–got drunk, used to pee in the staircase
Hopin' a cop might slip, I'm never known to drop the clip
You cop the Fifth, n*gga, I'll pop the fifth
I show no mercy, dunk like a bar of Hershey
Call my gun, Lil' Seymour, b*tch! I'm Big Percy
A Dapper Dan fan who will clap a man
For 5 grand of small bills wrapped in a rubberband
Then lay up in a fat pair of titties – my b*tch is so saditty
This is Dirt McGirt, ho, not P. Diddy!
All we got in common is the money!
The only thing I want is the money!
You see my face on the wall of every precinct
b*tches keep your pus*y decent, I'm juvenile delinquent
The guns that I creep with, they whisper, in secret
Only b*tch that peep it is the one that I sleep with – nih-huh!

[Hook: Ol' Dirty bast*rd, (Ghostface Killah)]
A lotta n*ggas wanna dust me off
Bad b*tches wanna suck me off
Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas – where ya at? (Where ya at?!)
Throw your guns up and make them clap (Make them clap!)
Tell me now, muthaf*ckas, you strapped?
And the b*tch betta have my money (Aiyyo!)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo – the b*tch better have your money and mine
'Cause if she don't, we both gon' double-team that b*tch from behind
And for them n*ggas outside screamin' that
"Somebody gotta die" sh*t, same dudes on the cop's di*k
This is Tone, y'all n*ggas be frontin'
And most of y'all n*ggas don't got no guns
Borrowed your man's sh*t, how's that for a bum?
Dum-dums emptied out a punzón –
So, see, mane? See ahk run
See spots over my Reebok's, 'cause he got done
Cheap shots fell out his weak Glock and he got stung
My chief gun is a gangsta's protein
Treat b*tches with the utmost respect, like–gettin' wedded
Tell 'em to–drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it
This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish
With the dust-head men? We got good credit

[Hook: Ol' Dirty bast*rd, (Ghostface Killah)]
A lotta n*ggas wanna dust me off
Bad b*tches wanna suck me off
Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas – where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthaf*ckas, you strapped?
And the b*tch betta have my money
[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Notorious Glock buster
Cap peelin', block hustler
Who slap hoes, who lack feelings
Back building, crack dealing, black villain
Had a taste for blood spillin', loves stealin'
Any thing that twinkle bright to my eye sight
Many nights I used to stare up–at the twilight
And wonder to myself, if's there's a Heaven or Hell
Been alone in these streets, since 11 or 12
On my own, I run buckwild in the West
A knucklehead n*gga, used to sleep in my vest
Had no home, my Moms used to show me no lovin'
Burn the crib down, tryna dry my shirt with the oven
Now I'm exiled, destined for penal
Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile
Back on the block – knowledge to build, knowledge to kill
Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steel

[Hook: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
A lotta n*ggas wanna dust me off
Bad b*tches wanna suck me off
Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas – where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthaf*ckas, you strapped?
And the b*tch betta have my money