Ya Can't Trust Nobody

Man what you need man? Your bitch ass always coming around here with this Whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar, his shit Nigga come around here with a twenty sack or something nigga My bills gotta get paid motherfucker I'm out of here, catch me next week, peace! Hop in my Chevy, get to wheeling down the block, make the sales Whether slanging weed or rocks, clocking me strapped up Me and my niggas in the house, might as well back up Busting on niggas if they act up On a mission with my gang around, yeah we run things Chi-pang every night where we hang, cause it's a street thing Cops in automatic weapon keep a nigga intact For these niggas half-stepping, Dash Dillinger Got it sewed up for real Dealers serving these niggas for a quarter of a mil' '98 My motto is kill, that's how it is Fuck my family, fuck my friends, run my dope and then... It feel like fuck trust A nigga lose his life trying to trust some motherfuckers like us Stacking, stolen stacks stacking It ain't nothing but murders, kidnappings, jackings and vault cracking Cracking up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts The dark parts of the motherfucking park The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now With something in my right palm to keep y'all seated down Repeated, head hunting, hunting for heads Shot in the chest, neck, arm and legs Ain't no faking, we all out to get paid What niggas wouldn't do nowadays, nigga Around here you can't trust nobody Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody We jacked a nigga for a half a thing, we back in business With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million Now we set, relaxed, chilling, living the boss life Every day, every night eating in the Colombian's taste Like, eight hundred keys to fly across seas When I flip what I make back, twelve million G's I'm a 2000 Ricky Ross transporting the sauce And it pay to be the boss, that's when your ass get crossed Every nigga on the street is paid A couple pieces spread, bare arms nigga Warfare nigga, shut down the alarms nigga Time to hit off, get off then break off If they don't kick in the bread then take off Colombian ties, Colombian mob members in Colombian neckties Colombians disfigured, Dash, Mini Machine, Dillinger Two shotty young Gotti, about to put it on somebody And my mind state today is fuck everybody! Around here you can't trust nobody Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody Around here you can't trust nobody Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody Shit! Get the door Oh man the police, come on get out of here man Flush the shit, flush the coke!