I'm not all that sure 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?) a niggaz shit (Hey, put on sumthin') I put on the click, the click
Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got Time to do some dirt, uh!, I trusted bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called What y'all wanna do? They got us (Bullet high, get in eye) If this was a fifth well I be I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me We had a meetin', shit to been squashed
I know this one bitch that'll double and set 'em up y'all She likes the monies in the middle, play ball Thick ass bitch, yellow city-slicker Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies
Nigga holdin' 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 I'm catchin' a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage
Pistol pop in ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted It's that that killed ya Took all your peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with While a nigga be puttin' on his All of a sudden they shoot up your you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't that money Left them niggaz up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in some bloody sheets It's just a part of the game he didn't Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that can't be trusted Dusted and
It's some cold hearted (Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted) Whacha'll do, whacha'll wanna do Cold bitches (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, I never them bustas
cold hearted shit (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) I never them bustas And it's them cold hearted (Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) 'n' disgusted
Let's let of some 203's on the other side of Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of (Other of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war Droughts, ouch, lost but I will prevail By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine Try not to narcotics When these punk MC's and be the reason why The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me? My lookin' sick I'm in my rag hittin' I'm suspicious of this bitch I keep on, callin', but nobody pickin' up I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up Came all alone if on then it's on my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in (War zone) I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin'
Can't understand, but the things ain't the You could die over these if you slippin' in the game gang 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 in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin'
hoes out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his Balls to the Hey be proud of it you turn these bitches upside down What's happen Uhh, three and a half dollars or fo' if a bitch ridin' main, them hoes talented They be fuckin' with mo' than jack the rapper fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, them sheisty ass botches, nigga
The California lifestyle I live the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give A flyin' fuck, so I stuck, smokin' on the tay-low Bay area playa, tryin' ta have major And a bitch save ya So I playin' captain save a hoe I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac that ass
Them hoes that ass Nigga got smokin' on that hash Can't have my cash, go and take your nigga stash 'Cuz he's a busta, with clusters Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass 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, hide your cash and check or pass your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast 'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the floor Damn, hella to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one less One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a of death Look over your shoulder watch your back don't trust it I'm to told ya end up dusted
It's some cold hearted (Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll do hearted bitches (Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) Whacha'll do, I never trusted them bustas
cold hearted shit (Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) I never trusted bustas And it's them cold niggas (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted) 'n' disgusted