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!