Текст песни Wc - The Shadiest One, слова песни Wc

Текст песни Wc - The Shadiest One

Wc - The Shadiest One слова песни

featuring CJ Mac

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip`s, shit
(other man)
lock `em up, nigga, lock `em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look, nigga
get out there, nigga
these niggas ain`t sho` ta riz-ayd, right
we gon` get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]

[Verse 1: WC]
I`ma walk it down, now
fuckin` wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me watchin` up on my back and strappin`
pistol packin`
who ever thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin` rock while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha money `n run

[CJ Mac]
We gettin` close, hot as fuck
burnin` up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin` doin` sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9 lives
nigga speak

[Man`s Voice]
Where you at?

[CJ Mac]
Close nigga
you just have tha cash right so we can go`s, nigga
I never tell no
nigga when I`m comin` through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his town

[WC]
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo`
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo`

(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin` a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin` wit some jackets, player
shit happens

[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don`t fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas blast, when it come to cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
Don`t fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
fo` a niggas cash, niggas blast

[WC second half overlaps]
(T`is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)

[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain`t even check
swiss suitcase, jit
we ain`t stop to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata

[WC]
fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make some mo trick-climbin`-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe

[CJ Mac]
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da link
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n` shit
told him `Shut the fuck up`, niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting

[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain`t here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n` called my nigga CJ

{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What`s crackin`?) Look it`s on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?)
Hey nigga it`s goin` down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let`s bring these in hea
Fuck these niggas!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin` 110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin` ain`t right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where Fred stay
they ain`t never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

[WC]
CJ, don`t trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her bleedin` in the porch wit` screwdriver`s in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the money

[CJ Mac]
I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

[WC]
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo` (right, right)
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}

[CJ Mac]
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game
you didn`t know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I ain`t stupid, you did that shit

[gunshot]
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin` back
{gunshots continue}

[WC]
Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, ain`t no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart

[CJ Mac]
I`ll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit` da dough
kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, fo` rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
see me vomit blood,
nigga eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}

[WC]
On my knees, I`ma see da bust back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain`t no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain`t no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens

[Chorus x2]

I feel sorry, nigga
just like every dog has his day,
every loc get his nights
I`ll be back at ya, my nigga (ain`t no thang)
I can`t believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
it ain`t nothin` (hu, hu)
it ain`t nothin`
It`s goin` down
I`ma get that motherfucker
It`s on!

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