Who can ya trust?



[VERSE 1]

Who can ya trust, cause niggas is all snakes and rats

Hollerin at your baby mama all behind your back

Smilin in your face though they plan on takin your place

Paid the lawyer ten g's, still lost the case

You say you got a lust to bust

But when it comes down to it, man, you sho' go nuts

Who can ya trust? Some niggas wanna roll with us

But when the bodies start droppin, man, they ain't sayin too much

Out of touch, quiet as a church mouse, not a squeak or a sound

When we really let em know how we get down

Who can ya trust, scandalous bust's tryin to set you up

And though you didn't plan on swimmin they wet you up

Who can ya trust when a nigga ballin out of control

And all the haters wanna get you for your diamond Rol'

Tired of suckers tellin me that I don't kick it no mo'

I'ma kick that ass ridin for my cash for sho'

Who can ya trust?



[CHORUS]

When a nigga ballin out of control

You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe

(Who can be trusted?)

Lord, I wanna be a baller, please

But these savage-ass streets keep on callin me

(Who can be trusted?)

When a nigga ballin out of control

You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe

(Who can be trusted?)

Lord, I wanna be a baller, please

But I been diagnosed with the thug disease



[VERSE 2]

...gettin sticky when I roll up

Niggas dippin too close and you don't know me, nigga, hold up

Get your hands our your pockets, I don't trust nobody

Cause see, the game ain't nothin but a gangster party

I been thuggin for years, tryin hard to stay alive

Cause violence and vengeance came close too many times

Sparks light up the night, niggas duckin from ricochets

Baldheads or braids, you can die in six million ways

In the heat of the drama, who can ya trust?

Hella niggas sayin they down, but they ain't ready to bust

They ain't walkin how they talkin, they just yappin they mouth

Speakin on that thug shit and ain't a strap in the house

Who can you trust, everybody gotta watch they back

Thought he was your homeboy till he faded to black

Walked up to your mama house, hit you up for the sacks

Now you bailin in the hooptie rollin round with the gat

You can't trust nobody in these days and times

Miss my homie, sittin on his grave with nines

Wishin I was at the murder scene lightin it up

For my playboy partna, I was the one he could trust



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[VERSE 3]

We choose 100's and 50's over tig-old bitties

It's m.o.b., ride or die in the heart of the city

Hella busters be fallin victim, swallowed up in the game

Black demons, I hear em callin, still screamin my name

Fall in the game, but you can never know all the games

Shot in his head with his vest on - who do you blame?

A victim of circumstances, gone with the wind

And to my niggas stuck on death row, caught in the pen

Never let em see you sweat, we're all born in sin

Suckers'll never really see through the hearts of the real men

When the shit goes down niggas be up in the clouds

Suckers ain't sayin nothin, they just talkin aloud

Entertainin the crowd tryin to get a few stripes

I ain't down for ballin, already got two strikes

Niggas tryin to make me k out

And some people say, "My A.K. is the way out"

Stay out of bullshit and keep my head over the water

Lot of niggas, see em hungry, blood-thirsty for dollars

Ridin for the cream, niggas think I'm doin 3 months

But on the real, homie, you can be touched

Now who can ya trust?



[CHORUS]