Текст песни Kurupt - Ya Can`t Trust Nobody
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Man what you need man? Yo` bitch ass always come around here wit this whole three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga My bills gotta get paid motherfucker I`m outta here -- catch me next week beotch![Daz]Hop in my Chevy get to wheelin down the blockMakin sales, whether slangin weed or rocksClockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the houseMight as well BACK UP, bustin on niggaz if they act upOn a mission with my gang, around here we run thangsGet paid, every night, where we hangcause it`s a street thang, cops and automatic weaponkeep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppinDaz Dillinger, got sewed up for realDealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill`Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that`s how it isFuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in[Kurupt]You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his lifetryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain`t nuttin but murderskidnappings jackings and vault crackingcrackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these partsThe dark parts of the motherfuckin parkThe tarantula`s loose and I`m heated nowwith somethin in my right palm to keep y`all seated downRepeated, headhuntin, huntin for headsShot in the chest neck arm and legs[Daz]Ain`t no fakin we all out to get paidWettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga) 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 nigga for a half a thang, we back up in thiswith a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half millionNow we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss lifeEvery day every night me and the Columbians take flightEight hundred ki`s to fly across seasWhen I flip it I make about twelve million G`sI`m a two thousand Ricky Ross, transportin the sauceAnd it pay to be the boss cause when yo` ass get crossedevery nigga on the street gets paid[Daz]A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare niggaShut down the alarms niggaTime to hit off, get off then break offIf he don`t kick in the bread then take offColumbian ties, Columbian mob members in Columbian necktiesColumbians disfiguredDaz MIDI machine DillingerTwo shotty Young Gotti, bout to put it on somebody[Kurupt]And my mindstate today is fuck 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.. shit, who the fuck at the door?Aww man the police fool c`mon get out of here man c`mon!Flush the shit! Flush the coke!!!{*toilet flushing sound*}