I'm not all that sure 'Bout when is finna mature So let me find me a nigga 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 work one of the homies jus' got dusted Time to do some dirt, uh!, I trusted Them bustas him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, called survival What y'all do? They got us scuffled (Bullet high, get in eye) If was a fifth well I be drunk I'm heated, niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been
I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up She likes the monies in the middle, play ball ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow crevice bitches, aka posies pussyfictious
Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky Pullin' out bills, frontin' on shit when I get to killin' shit (Killin' shit) And I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck savage thug
pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted It's that bitch killed ya all your money 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 them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the That's why that nigga layin' dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a of the game he didn't feel will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be Dusted and
It's some cold shit (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted (Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted) Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them
Some cold shit (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) I never trusted bustas And it's cold hearted niggas (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted) Dusted 'n'
Let's let of some 203's on the other side of Draw the attention on the other of town (Other of town) And wait for the shift to change, ghetto shootin' range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war Droughts, ouch, lost but I will prevail By sellin' the broccoli instead of the crack cocaine Try not to narcotics When these MC's and bitches be the reason why The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my Pac
Dear God, can you me? My future's lookin' sick I'm in my rag switches 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 Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on jealous niggaz dome a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand (War zone) I'm on my way to see this hoe you the fuckin' plan
Can't understand, but the things the same You could die over bitches if you slippin' in the game Niggaz gang bang, but gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put pistol to your brain If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your nigga Any pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you the rules They underhanded, she it, you fuckin' fool
These hoes out here to hold a nigga's heart So a get his motherfuckin' to the wall Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches down What's happen Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin' main, them hoes talented They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches,
The California that I live the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the Bay area playa, tryin' ta have major And a bitch save ya So I playin' captain save a hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass
Them hoes that ass Nigga woulda got on that hash have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash 'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with 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 your cash and check or pass Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too 'Cause bulletproof ain't no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Now, niggaz comin' up dead they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor Damn, hella force to the Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest Pull a on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less One less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches a game of death over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it I'm tryin' to told ya end up
It's some cold hearted (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold bitches (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted) wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some hearted shit (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) I never trusted bustas And them cold hearted niggas (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted) 'n' disgusted