Featuring cj mac
(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chipand's, shit
(other man)
Lock and'em up, nigga, lock and'em, bullshit
(man)
Hey, look, nigga
Get out there, nigga
These niggas ainand't shoand' ta riz-ayd, right
We gonand' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]
[verse 1: wc]
Iand'ma walk it down, now
Fuckinand' wit deez out-a-town niggas
Got me watchinand' up on my back and strappinand'
Pistol packinand'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellinand' 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 and'n run
[cj mac]
We gettinand' close, hot as fuck
Burninand' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkinand' doinand' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
He make this stop, better have 9 lives
Nigga speak
[manand's voice]
Where you at?
[cj mac]
Close nigga
You just have tha cash right so we can goand's, nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when iand'm cominand' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[wc]
Fuck that, i dun dis shit befoand'
After we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some moand'
(cj mac)
Out-a-town nigga havinand' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you fuckinand' wit some jackets, player
Shit happens
[chorus: cj mac]
Donand't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas blast, when it come to cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Donand't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Foand' a niggas cash, niggas blast
[wc second half overlaps]
(tand'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[verse 2: cj mac]
Hits j, sit straight, dey ainand't even check
Swiss suitcase, jit
We ainand'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-climbinand'-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 nand' shit
Told him and'shut the fuck upand', 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 ainand't here in l.a.
I went and grabbed the ak nand' called my nigga cj
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= cj mac}
(whatand's crackinand'?) look itand'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 itand's goinand' down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, letand's bring these in hea
Fuck these niggas!
[chorus x2]
[verse 3: cj mac]
Goinand' 110 on da 110, exit slow
Shit my stomach uptight, sumthinand' ainand't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where fred stay
They ainand't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
[wc]
Cj, donand't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
Left her bleedinand' in the porch witand' screwdriverand'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 moand' (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 didnand't know that motherfuckas name!
First you found fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
Nigga i ainand't stupid, you did that shit
[gunshot]
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
Reached for my strap, and started dumpinand' 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, ainand't no love in my heart
Fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[cj mac]
Iand'll be damned if i let this nigga walk witand' da dough
Kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, foand' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
See me vomit blood,
Nigga eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}
[wc]
On my knees, iand'ma see da bust back, fuck that
Somehow i managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
Ainand't no rules to dis shit, we jackers
Ainand'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
Iand'll be back at ya, my nigga (ainand't no thang)
I canand't believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
It ainand't nothinand' (hu, hu)
It ainand't nothinand'
Itand's goinand' down
Iand'ma get that motherfucker
Itand's on!
