Ya Can't Trust Nobody
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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!
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!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.11] Man what you need man?
[00:05.58] Your bitch ass always coming around here with this
[00:07.67] Whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar, his shit
[00:10.89] Nigga come around here with a twenty sack or something nigga
[00:14.01] My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
[00:17.20] I'm out of here, catch me next week, peace!
[00:21.72] Hop in my Chevy, get to wheeling down the block, make the sales
[00:24.69] Whether slanging weed or rocks, clocking me strapped up
[00:27.26] Me and my niggas in the house, might as well back up
[00:29.62] Busting on niggas if they act up
[00:31.53] On a mission with my gang around, yeah we run things
[00:34.16] Chi-pang every night where we hang, cause it's a street thing
[00:36.90] Cops in automatic weapon keep a nigga intact
[00:39.51] For these niggas half-stepping, Dash Dillinger
[00:41.74] Got it sewed up for real
[00:43.30] Dealers serving these niggas for a quarter of a mil'
[00:45.64] '98 My motto is kill, that's how it is
[00:48.12] Fuck my family, fuck my friends, run my dope and then...
[00:50.57] It feel like fuck trust
[00:51.91] A nigga lose his life trying to trust some motherfuckers like us
[00:55.13] Stacking, stolen stacks stacking
[00:56.82] It ain't nothing but murders, kidnappings, jackings and vault cracking
[00:59.93] Cracking up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
[01:03.21] The dark parts of the motherfucking park
[01:05.34] The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now
[01:07.48] With something in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
[01:10.00] Repeated, head hunting, hunting for heads
[01:12.89] Shot in the chest, neck, arm and legs
[01:15.48] Ain't no faking, we all out to get paid
[01:17.35] What niggas wouldn't do nowadays, nigga
[01:20.24] Around here you can't trust nobody
[01:22.49] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[01:25.14] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[01:27.31] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[01:29.39] We jacked a nigga for a half a thing, we back in business
[01:32.05] With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
[01:34.42] Now we set, relaxed, chilling, living the boss life
[01:36.92] Every day, every night eating in the Colombian's taste
[01:39.14] Like, eight hundred keys to fly across seas
[01:41.68] When I flip what I make back, twelve million G's
[01:44.14] I'm a 2000 Ricky Ross transporting the sauce
[01:46.78] And it pay to be the boss, that's when your ass get crossed
[01:49.14] Every nigga on the street is paid
[01:51.44] A couple pieces spread, bare arms nigga
[01:54.09] Warfare nigga, shut down the alarms nigga
[01:56.79] Time to hit off, get off then break off
[01:59.15] If they don't kick in the bread then take off
[02:01.34] Colombian ties, Colombian mob members in Colombian neckties
[02:04.91] Colombians disfigured, Dash, Mini Machine, Dillinger
[02:08.14] Two shotty young Gotti, about to put it on somebody
[02:11.06] And my mind state today is fuck everybody!
[02:13.96] Around here you can't trust nobody
[02:16.15] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[02:18.70] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[02:21.06] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[02:23.80] Around here you can't trust nobody
[02:25.89] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[02:28.56] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[02:30.78] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[02:34.77] Shit! Get the door
[02:37.92] Oh man the police, come on get out of here man
[02:40.72] Flush the shit, flush the coke!
[02:52.70]
[00:05.58] Your bitch ass always coming around here with this
[00:07.67] Whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar, his shit
[00:10.89] Nigga come around here with a twenty sack or something nigga
[00:14.01] My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
[00:17.20] I'm out of here, catch me next week, peace!
[00:21.72] Hop in my Chevy, get to wheeling down the block, make the sales
[00:24.69] Whether slanging weed or rocks, clocking me strapped up
[00:27.26] Me and my niggas in the house, might as well back up
[00:29.62] Busting on niggas if they act up
[00:31.53] On a mission with my gang around, yeah we run things
[00:34.16] Chi-pang every night where we hang, cause it's a street thing
[00:36.90] Cops in automatic weapon keep a nigga intact
[00:39.51] For these niggas half-stepping, Dash Dillinger
[00:41.74] Got it sewed up for real
[00:43.30] Dealers serving these niggas for a quarter of a mil'
[00:45.64] '98 My motto is kill, that's how it is
[00:48.12] Fuck my family, fuck my friends, run my dope and then...
[00:50.57] It feel like fuck trust
[00:51.91] A nigga lose his life trying to trust some motherfuckers like us
[00:55.13] Stacking, stolen stacks stacking
[00:56.82] It ain't nothing but murders, kidnappings, jackings and vault cracking
[00:59.93] Cracking up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
[01:03.21] The dark parts of the motherfucking park
[01:05.34] The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now
[01:07.48] With something in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
[01:10.00] Repeated, head hunting, hunting for heads
[01:12.89] Shot in the chest, neck, arm and legs
[01:15.48] Ain't no faking, we all out to get paid
[01:17.35] What niggas wouldn't do nowadays, nigga
[01:20.24] Around here you can't trust nobody
[01:22.49] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[01:25.14] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[01:27.31] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[01:29.39] We jacked a nigga for a half a thing, we back in business
[01:32.05] With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
[01:34.42] Now we set, relaxed, chilling, living the boss life
[01:36.92] Every day, every night eating in the Colombian's taste
[01:39.14] Like, eight hundred keys to fly across seas
[01:41.68] When I flip what I make back, twelve million G's
[01:44.14] I'm a 2000 Ricky Ross transporting the sauce
[01:46.78] And it pay to be the boss, that's when your ass get crossed
[01:49.14] Every nigga on the street is paid
[01:51.44] A couple pieces spread, bare arms nigga
[01:54.09] Warfare nigga, shut down the alarms nigga
[01:56.79] Time to hit off, get off then break off
[01:59.15] If they don't kick in the bread then take off
[02:01.34] Colombian ties, Colombian mob members in Colombian neckties
[02:04.91] Colombians disfigured, Dash, Mini Machine, Dillinger
[02:08.14] Two shotty young Gotti, about to put it on somebody
[02:11.06] And my mind state today is fuck everybody!
[02:13.96] Around here you can't trust nobody
[02:16.15] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[02:18.70] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[02:21.06] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[02:23.80] Around here you can't trust nobody
[02:25.89] Anybody, somebody trying to jack somebody
[02:28.56] Whether it's weed or your life in narcotics
[02:30.78] Anywhere you go you can't trust nobody
[02:34.77] Shit! Get the door
[02:37.92] Oh man the police, come on get out of here man
[02:40.72] Flush the shit, flush the coke!
[02:52.70]