| DUST TO DUST |
| R. Lawson, P. Nash, M. Karoli, I. Schmidt, H. Czukay, J. Liebezeit, D. Suzuki Produced by Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich Recorded and Mixed by Adam Gazzola & Rich Keller at Rampant Recording Studios, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Vitamin C by Can I'll Wind by Frank Sinatra |
| Verse 1 |
| Dust, dust on my shoes heed the word as I kick the blues bring it on, bring it on, yo, I never lose but the dust broke quick like a short fuse I ain't got no money in pocket but my taxes are payin' for rockets some say, "Return to a dustbowl" but the devil say, "Sacrifice a poor soul" now you're pullin' out cards, times is hard Hops ain't got a job, only cheap shots Big shots pimpin' the pay checks what comes next? (Strictly snappin' necks) quick, roll the dice, what's your move? games of chance, smoke rocks, or booze booze your mind with the Minister dust to dust, life is sinister |
| Verse 2 |
| Ring around, ring around a pocket full of po's pimp on the corner got a lotta, lotta hoes ashes to ashes, they all fall down a needle in a arm and a frown down on your luck, got stuck on a stumble dust to dust keeps the mortals humble takin' out heads on a platter the Daddy Rich beats is much fatter got trouble in New York City With a capital T down to the nitty-gritty sexy what a pity inner city what a pity but I sweep and dust off the city get with the goose that's good for the gander cheap is talk, cheap talk equals slander slam a little hardship, bring it to the masses movin' asses doc bumps classes fill it to the rim, slim-dim while I swing off the ill rim pullin' on my skin ready, set, get a spliff lit cause I'm on some hold-your-dick shit dust in the wind, it goes up so come on down as I blows up up and down, Daddy Rich bring the cuts the Minister bringin' on the ducks |
| Verse 3 |
| Nature holds it, mother scolds it forces beyond control, they hold it like a microphone is amped up stamp on a letter, get licked and sent up up the river, the Indian giver give a little, take a little, yo, I get rid of two-faced schemers on a genocide the five-o rolls on the wrong side I take a jeep or stand wax his ass definin' the meanin' of white trash blow pants off and blowin' in the steam destruction of a Dr.'s dream scheme on another, yo, not this brother and get dusted with the hectic drummer step, step off while you sleep like rust droppin' jewels on the DUST TO DUST |