I'm really not all sure 'Bout things is finna mature So let me find me a with a grip And hit his ass with one of them whores (What's the of a lick?) Taking a shit (Hey, put on sumthin') I put on the click, the click
to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival Now the is funky, it's called survival y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled (Bullet high, get in eye) If this was a well I be drunk I'm heated, niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin', shit 'posed to squashed
I know this one bitch double dribble and set 'em up y'all She the monies in the middle, play tether ball Thick ass bitch, high yellow Scarecrow southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious
Nigga been guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill Pullin' out bills, on material shit That's I get to killin' shit (Killin' shit) And settin' I'm up and I'm catchin' a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta with savage thug
Pistol pop in ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted It's bitch that killed ya Took all your peeled ya Seven bust in the room with AK's While a nigga be puttin' on his All of a sudden they shoot up your you can hit the broccoli
See that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money Left them jacked up, and the bitch she macked him a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar You don't that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted
It's some cold shit (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 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 cold hearted niggas (Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) Dusted 'n'
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 for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail By sellin' the dank instead of the crack cocaine Try not to steal When these punk 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 on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up Came all if it's on then it's on Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz It's a war zone but I'm a man so gun in hand (War zone) I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin'
understand, but the things ain't the same You die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to brain If you was figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and Bitches can't be trusted, you the rules underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool
These hoes out here to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his to the wall Hey be proud of it when you turn these upside down What's happen Uhh, three and a half or probably fo' if a bitch ridin' Yeah main, hoes talented They be with mo' MC's than jack the rapper Aight fuck it, you say Mall? Ay, fuck them ass botches, nigga
The California lifestyle I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't A fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low Bay area playa, tryin' ta shit major And a bitch won't 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 smack that ass
hoes jacked that ass Nigga got smokin' on that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo (The lo pink) You love them Bootys bitches, can't let pussy bitches
Gank that ass, betta your cash and check or pass Pump brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast 'Cause bulletproof doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Now, niggaz comin' up with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one less One nigga less, from to coast, to the East to the West Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a of death Look over shoulder watch your back don't even trust it I'm tryin' to told ya end up
some cold hearted shit (Back to work, one of the homies jus' 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 trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted) I never trusted bustas And it's them hearted niggas (Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted) Dusted 'n'