I'm really not all that when things is finna mature So let me find me a with a grip And hit his ass quick one of them whores (What's the of a lick?) Taking a shit (Hey, put on sumthin') I put that on the click, the
Back to fuckin' work one of the jus' got dusted Time to do dirt, uh!, I never trusted bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the is funky, it's called survival What y'all wanna do? got us scuffled (Bullet high, get in eye) If this was a fifth well I be I'm heated, niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been
I know this one bitch double dribble and set 'em up y'all She likes the monies in the middle, play ball ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka pussyfictious
Nigga been guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill Pullin' out bills, on material shit That's when I get to killin' (Killin' shit) And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage
Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted It's that bitch that ya Took all your money ya Seven bust in the room with AK's While a be puttin' on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up Vuitton you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that didn't make that money them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all the streets That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody just a part of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar You don't know that hoe that bitch can't be trusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted
It's some hearted shit (Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll do Cold bitches (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, I never them bustas
Some cold shit (Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) I never trusted them And it's them cold hearted (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted) 'n' disgusted
Let's let of 203's on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of (Other of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack Try not to steal When punk MC's and bitches be the reason why The be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me? My lookin' sick I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up I she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up Came all alone if it's on it's on Bust my chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome It's a war but I'm a man so with gun in hand (War zone) I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the plan
Can't understand, but the things the same You die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game Niggaz bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your nigga Any pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fool
These hoes out here to hold a nigga's heart So a get his motherfuckin' Balls to the Hey be proud of it when you these bitches upside down What's happen Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin' Yeah main, them hoes They be with mo' MC's than jack the rapper Aight fuck it, you say Mall? Ay, them sheisty ass botches, nigga
The California that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz don't give A flyin' fuck, so I stuck, smokin' on the tay-low Bay playa, tryin' ta have shit major And a won't save ya So I ain't playin' save a hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and I'm gone I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack ass
hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin' on hash Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash 'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz clusters Slippin' in shit, betta that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (The lo pink) You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy
Gank that ass, betta hide cash and check or pass Pump your nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast 'Cause bulletproof ain't no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they blew out on the fuckin' floor Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now Pull a plug on a line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less One nigga less, coast to coast, to the East to the West Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a of death Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even it I'm to told ya end up dusted
It's some cold shit (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, wanna do Cold bitches (Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted bustas
Some cold shit (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) I never trusted bustas And it's them hearted niggas (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) Dusted 'n'