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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 because these got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfkin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benzo out you pull me over
I'm sick of motherfkers who be jockin Whitey's coattail
Blacker than a motherfker, sweat me bout my dope sales
just take your cut and get your as* up 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 dollar nigg*
They got you mixed up, fixed up that's a shame, cos you can end up
Gettin fked up in the game
The only way you'll whip that motherfker is when you whip that
motherfker
And we took the motherfker (Man fk 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 ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot)
Dyin wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot)
Yeah
Interlude:(cop talking to suspect)
Cop: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Suspect: fck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself
gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin up on a funky as* suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fkin kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other out, and start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up s**t that happened back in '85
And in comes the lies just to reduce their fkin time!
You might as well play the state
Cos you goin do date for date
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the s**t
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this b*tch, b*tch!
Mobbin wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha motherfkin boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot)