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Goldy

Don`t Trust Anybody

  g-funk  oakland  bay area  west coast rap  west coast
392 3 часа назад

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Who do you trust?Can`t trust your bitch, can`t trust your partnerAnd you sho` nuff can`t trust the white manYou trust yourself[ VERSE 1 ]I`m strugglin and strivin, hustlin and divin, and duckin from the five-o`sAnd from them marks right down the way we call our rivalsYoung soldiers ten deep on the grind spotWe got the trumps and dimes hot and here`s where the line stopsAnd I can`t keep my nine in the bushes, SpiceCause them jealous niggas and them dopefiends and the fuckin viceWant a nigga to close shop because I`m tearin a gripI got they spot shook down, let`s empty the round, down the clipThey try to ride, must thought we leave, nigga, but never thatThey send some dopefiends over to kill us, nigga, but never thatStraight punks call the taskThey can`t work the helicopters, k9`s and gats on that assNiggas hit the fences droppin all they twamps, intentions failTryin to make it to my hooptie, but my homie scooped meHittin fences, one of my boys got snaggedWe tried to get him loose, but the k9`s came and chewed his assMy other boy`s on the roof jumpin house to house, he lost a stepAnd fell to the ground and broke his fuckin neckThey`re killin my crew off, they`re killin my crew offWe gotta split up or these k9`s and helicopers gonna get usSo I bail, never look back, I think I lost him Killed his k9 dog, I cut him up and then I tossed himMy other boys said fuck it, they stopped and had a showdownBefore they got took the task counted four downMy other bro was hurt, he hit his knees and threw his hands upThey put two zips of coke in his pockets, then they put him in handcuffsI was almost through the share and breathin heavyIf I made it when I got behind the wheels I knew they couldn`t fade itI done told you bout them do`s and can`t`s and that shift kickI hit them corners and five-o got ditched quickThem niggas ratted us out, the five-o banged coke and gatted us outNow I`ma show you fools what bein mad is about[ CHORUS 1 ]The five-o, hoes and niggas knowI can`t give them my trustCause if I turn my back on themThey just might start to bust[ VERSE 2 ]I started with ten niggas, I`m down to the domeI got no block to call my spot, I got no hood to call my homeI must stay strong and maintain D.T.A.My real homies are gone, so now that gotta be the wayI started in the streets like a hobo, now I`m mobileI organize my business, but I still duck the roboI make mo` money, breakin ounces down sellin sacks, fuck them savagesKickin my dough down, lookin for packagesI had to down my Chavelle and come anewCause I was hot from the block when I used to run the crewIn Oakland on the East Side you know how we rideWe like to swing and slide, whip them old schools and make them inches tightSo I flip the 50 with deposit tractionsSitton on chrome, Toni supercharge ?Braxton?You hear me then you wonder where I amThe Flowmaster dude`s barkin hard with the hitters and them campsFirst 50 in the Town with the racing stripesSmokin it up like them dopefiends basin pipesNiggas know I got the sackThey got a drop but I don`t, but they know the trigger got my backI see they mouths droolin, niggas gettin shifty-eyedThey wanna jack me cause they know that my 50 rideOne fool tried to jack me on the late tipAimed for this chest but I caught him in the hipKeep one in the chamber with the meter on my dickSince the safety`s on the trigger you`se one dead nigga[ CHORUS 2 ]The five-o, hoes and niggas knowI can`t give them my trustCause if I sleep, they`ll creep on meAnd then I will be fucked[ VERSE 3 ]Now I got them zippers and them quarters and them eightsMy stack is gettin fat, so I`m lockin it up in safesI got the combination tatooed on my brainHear all them busters sayin, "That dude`s rollin caine"Whenever the niggas are rollin the dank and the stank I`m makin the bankI set up a shop on the block cause drivin and servin the fools I can`tI told you in the first verse my first shop got shut down100 grand strong from the dank, I gives a fuck nowA daily operation, more than 40 grand a weekAnd if they raise the profit, the Goldy man`ll speakThe rollers give a fuck about the niggas grindin dime sacksThey always slap em up and scare em just to find where I`m atShit, there was a time when I was a soldier on the block myselfNow I`m stressin and I`m knowin now that I got my wealthNow I`m the man with the team that`s worked with under meBut I don`t trust none of them fools as far as I can seeI know I should cut em looseCause if they get caught and have to do 5 they turn me in and settle for 2Plus they`re bringin me five g`s a dayI can`t let em go, I`m stuck, so I gota hit my knees and prayCause I`ma go out like I came in, a soldierAnd if I get corner shopped, you all be sayin I told yaAnd what I made is mineFuck you hoes tryin to find where my safe is atYou all get your face a smackI don`t trust anybodyI be one locked up or dead nigga with a hidden safe full of money[ CHORUS 1 & 2 ]The five-o, hoes and niggas knowI can`t give them my trustCause if I turn my back on themThey just might start to bustThe five-o, hoes and niggas knowI can`t give them my trustCause if I sleep, they`ll creep on meAnd then I will be fuckedYeah, muthafuckaWatch your backsides and your frontsidesDon`t trust any muthafuckin bodyYou can`t trust the white manYou can`t trust that janky bitch you`re withYou sho` nuff can`t trust the next niggaCome up to the head, braGet your money upFuck ya

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