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Trouble seems to catch a motherfker with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, s**t's gettin hard now
These motherfkin cops be plantin s**t on these
Simply cause these got bank accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no peace from u motherfkin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherfkers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfker, sweat me bout dope sip
just take your cut and get yo as* out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a c*ck sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my s**t
Just because you ain't got s**t, b*tch
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fk with a million dolla nigg*
They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo
Getting fked up in the gank hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfker is when you whip that
Motherfker
And we choke the motherfker (Me Stuck the motherfker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfker. You dyin wit cha boots on.
Chorus: Put your foot in my s**t and let me try on your hood
Dyin wit cha boots on
Put your foot in my s**t and let me try on your hood
Yeah
Interlude(prison guard talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: fck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
getting caught, doin time so they snitchin
They pickin up on funky suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questionin we think
And end up gettin hit wit the fkin kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners
They start bringin up s**t that happened back in 85
And then comes the largest jury b*tch they fkin time
You might as well play the state
Cos you come to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the s**t
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this b*tch, b*tch
Lobbin wit cha white suit on
And dyin wit cha motherfkin boots on
Put ya foot in my s**t and let me try on ya hood