Man what you need man?
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Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole
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Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit
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Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga
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My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
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I'm outta here -- catch me next week beotch!
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[daz]
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Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block
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Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks
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Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
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Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up
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On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
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Get paid, every night, where we hang
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Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
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Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin
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Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real
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Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
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Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
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Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in
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[kurupt]
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You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
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Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..
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Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain't nuttin but murders
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Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
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Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
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The dark parts of the motherfuckin park
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The tarantula's loose and i'm heated now
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With somethin in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
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Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads
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Shot in the chest neck arm and legs
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[daz]
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Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
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Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)
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Around here, you can't trust nobody
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
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Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
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[kurupt]
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We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this
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With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
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Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life
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Every day every night me and the columbians take flight
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Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
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When i flip it i make about twelve million g's
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I'm a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce
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And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
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Every nigga on the street gets paid
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[daz]
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A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
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Shut down the alarms nigga
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Time to hit off, get off then break off
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If he don't kick in the bread then take off
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Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties
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Columbians disfigured
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Daz midi machine dillinger
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Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody
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[kurupt]
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And my mindstate today is fuck everybody
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Around here, you can't trust nobody
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
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Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
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Around here, you can't trust nobody
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
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Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody.. shit, who the fuck at the door?
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Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!
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Flush the shit! flush the coke!!!
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[toilet flushing sound]
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Ya Can't Trust Nobody
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Kurupt |