I'm really not all that sure   'Bout when things is finna mature   So let me find me a nigga with a grip   And hit his ass quick with one of them whores   (What's the definition of a lick?)   Taking a niggaz shit   (Hey, put that on sumthin')   I put that on the click, the click      Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted   Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted   Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival   Now the town is funky, it's called survival   What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled   (Bullet high, get in your eye)   If this was a fifth well I be drunk   I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false   We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed      I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all   She likes the monies in the middle, play tether ball   Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker   Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious      Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill   Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit   That's when I get to killin' shit   (Killin' shit)   And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs   Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug      Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted   It's that bitch that killed ya   Took all your money peeled ya   Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's   While a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy   All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton   Before you can hit the broccoli      See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money   Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him   He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets   That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets   It's just a part of the game he didn't feel   Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill   You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted   Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted      It's some cold hearted shit   (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do   Cold hearted bitches   (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas      Some cold hearted shit   (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   I never trusted them bustas   And it's them cold hearted niggas   (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Dusted 'n' disgusted      Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town   Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town   (Other side of town)   And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range   Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games   Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail   By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine   Try not to steal narcotics   When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why   The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac      Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick   I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this bitch   I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up   I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up   Came all alone if it's on then it's on   Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome   It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand   (War zone)   I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin' plan      Can't understand, but the things ain't the same   You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game   Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too   Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain   If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga   Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted   Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules   They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool      These hoes out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart   So a nigga get his motherfuckin'   Balls to the wall   Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down   What's gonna happen   Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin'   Yeah main, them hoes talented   They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the rapper   Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?   Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches, nigga      The California lifestyle that I live   Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give   A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low   Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit major   And a bitch won't save ya   So I ain't playin' captain save a hoe   I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone   I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger   Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass      Them hoes jacked that ass   Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash   Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash   'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters   Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch   Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink   (The lo pink)   You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches      Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass   Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast   'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'   Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor   Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest   Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less   One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West   Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death   Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it   I'm tryin' to told ya end up dusted      It's some cold hearted shit   (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do   Cold hearted bitches   (Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas      Some cold hearted shit   (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   I never trusted them bustas   And it's them cold hearted niggas   (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)   Dusted 'n' disgusted