Dial Tone (Leave A Message)

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
The government's smuggling drugs
Politic thugs popping off us
For distribution, they lockin' up us
And it's cause they just don't give a fuck
Long as they gettin' a buck
The greedy just won't get enough
The system unjust
Forcing my whole generation to bust
Can't trust where I'm from
We livin' in an inner-city prison
Children in every hood throwing up more signs than protesters
Just like protesters, we know how to measure them grams
Making money for pleasure
Stacking up all of the loot
Fuck all of the suppression
Know my niggas will ride
For all of they treasures
Only belief they'd dead then severed
And we don't forgive
And we don't forget
And we never surrender
It's 47 forever
Look

[Hook]
I don't really wanna live alone, die alone
I don't really wanna live alone, die alone
When you feel alone, just hit up my dial tone
You can hit up my dial tone

[Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis]
Dirty taught me how to flip packs
You remember that?
Skip a few bags
Sell it fast til we get it back
Isn't it a shame what we do for some change
Like we still pick cotton
But it's just a new strain
They rob our culture and they don't plan on giving back
Fuck the rules, my pants gon' still sag
Fuck the norm, my hair gon' still grow
Nappy as it is, white bitches gon' still blow, steal blow
I'm angry and I'm black
I'm not angry cause I'm black
Push me to the limit
I'ma show you how the steel blow
And you can't kick it with me without steel toes
That's that Brooklyn shit
I'm from Brooklyn bitch
I hit up A La
And I get ya soul tookin' quick
That's another topic for another track
I'm gettin' off the track so let me bring it back
I'ma need some racks for the style you stole
Tell me when was it was okay, where ya value go
I'm just sayin' what they won't, where my value go
I'm just sayin' shit that they don't, where my Valium go

[Hook]
I don't really wanna live alone, die alone
Look at my people and i notice that the fires gone
I don't really wanna be alone on this one
So if I'm not alone then mother fucker sing along
So if I'm not alone then mother fucker sing along

[Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez]
Vague impostors hate
I'm trying to turn pesos to dollars, ya'll couldn't relate
Tamato, tomato
This shit ain't the same
Everybody wanna move like a boss
But nobody wanna move with a cause
Lost souls, just forgotten in a world turned cold and rotten
Held for hostage from wars not stoppin'
And soldiers droppin'
Heard I run shit, now they wanna track me, hack me
A chip can't crack me
Can't evict me, try to take my place
But fuck it I'm packin'
I guess you need a gar so you can shoot for the star
And yo girl ridin' Dirty no hands on the bars
I told her she can call me over
But it's still fuck the government, New World Order
Strictly gods rollin' with my set
I don't need to spit, ya'll already know the rhetoric nigga
Ya, you can catch the dial tone
And bitch you can catch the dial tone
The whole world on the phone tell 'em i'm not home
Matter of fact, tell 'em i said hello

[Hook]
I don't really wanna live alone die alone
I don't really wanna live alone die alone
When you feel alone, just hit up my dial tone
You can hit up my dial tone
Its Dirty

[Outro]
Ya nigga real shit
These motherfuckers can catch the dial tone in a second
Talkin' mad shit about me and my niggas and STEEZ
And y'all don't even know him son
G shit if he was here he'd prob knock you out himself B
47 shit until i die my nigga, Pro Era representative, Beast Coast baby
It's Dirty, New York City comin' live