Buff Squad Ramirez (Ft. Germ, Pouya & Shakewell)

[Intro]
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range

[Chorus]
Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range
Pussy money, that gangsta
Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low

[Verse 1: Ramirez & Pouya]
Bouta run up on him with the hellfire (boom, boom)
Pussy motherfuckers wanna trust me with gang signs
Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak
And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking
Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes
And I take a deep breath then I jump off the bridge
There's no going back the weights on my shoulders
And the pain on my chest and the devil exists
When I play the blade you fall to your knees and you beg for your life now you worship the grey
You fucking with piss that's locked in a cage
That’s looking for flesh in murderous ways
Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush
Dragging your body inside of the woods
Murderers drug dealers inside my hood
Run motherfucker, be the pussy like you would
(Yuh, yuh)