Ya Can't Trust Nobody E

Man what you need man? Your bitch ass always coming around here with this Whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit Shit. Nigga come around here with a twenty sack Or something nigga. My bills gotta get paid Motherfucker. I'm outta here. Catch me next week, be-atch. Hop in my Chevy get to wheeling down the Block, making sales. Whether slanging weed or rocks, Clocking me strapped up. Me and my niggas in the house might as Well back up. Busting on niggas if they act Up. On a mission with my gang around here We run thangs, Cha Pang every night where we Hang cause it's a street thang. Cops and automatic weapons keep a nigga intact. For these niggas half-stepping, Dash Dillinger. Got sewed up for real. Dealers serving these niggas for a quarter of a Mil. Ninety-eight my motto is kill, that's how it Is. Fuck my family, fuck my friends, run my Dope and then it ends. Feel like fuck trust. A nigga lose his life trying to trust some Motherfuckers like us. Stacks, stolen stacks, stacking it ain't nothing but Murders, kidnappings, jackings and vault cracking, Cracking up in these parts. Heat sparks up in these parts, the dark parts Of the motherfucking park. The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now. With something in my right palm to keep y'all Seated down. Repeated, head hunting, hunting for Heads. Shot in the chest, neck, arm and legs. Ain't no faking we all out to get paid. What niggas went and do that day, nigga. Around here you can't trust nobody. Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody. Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics. Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody. We jacked a nigga for a half a thang, We back in business. With a flock of these Chickens, worth three and a half million. Now we set, relaxed, chilling, living the boss life. Every day, every night eating the Colombian taste Like. Eight hundred keys to fly across cities. When I flip it I make back twelve million G's. I'm a 2000 Ricky Ross transporting the sauce. And it pay to be the bosses when your Ass get crossed. Every nigga on the street gets Paid. A couple pieces spread, bare arms nigga. Warfare nigga, shut down the alarms nigga. Time to hit off, get off then break off. If they don't kick in the bread then take Off. Colombian ties, Colombian mob members in Colombian neckties. Colombians disfigure. Dash mini-machine Dillinger. Too shotty, young Gotti, about to put it on Somebody. And my mind state today is fuck everybody. Around here you can't trust nobody. Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody. Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics. Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody. Around here you can't trust nobody. Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody. Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics. Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody. Shit. Shut the door. Aw man the police! Come on get of here Man. Flush the shit, flush the Coke