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