Street Smartz

Street Smartz - Don't Trust Anyone Remix lyrics

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Don't trust anyone
 Ain't no one we can trust

 Verse 1:
 I wanna take it from starts and scrapes
 By high bars and gates
 This stars atapes
 Hungry niggas that's thug relate
 Money getters sniffin yards of yay
 Honey hitters gettin charged all day
 R.I.P. to B.I.G. and Marvin Gaye
 Cause life's beyond critical
 So I can't be seen wich means I'm non visible
 Son your aim with a firearm's pityfull
 You hit the wrong man and left his mobs miserable
 Criminals usin this moment to show
 What we distributin is potent
 My ludacriss slogans be havin shorties brutally copin
 I keep my pay collected and stay connected
 To get niggas to play my record
 And my name respected is the main objective
 I'm leavin foes crushed with no points
 On a dole night
 I'm so nice
 Niggas that play heroes I give 'em cold cuts
 Adolescents packin Wessuns
 With solid crack professions
 He die from the mack's agression
 Instead a black depression

 Chorus x4

 Verse 2:
 Well if you thinkin what I said was soft
 Watch the lead bust off
 And have you runnin like a chicken with his head cut off
 You're number one opponent
 Make sure them guns is loaded
 Before you find your sons extorted and unsupported
 If I'm not firin, I'm gettin higher yeah
 Motherfuckers is better off retirin
 And playin violins on isle-lands
 You're admirin my style cause it's quite vicious
 Smack bitches like niggas smack niggas like bitches
 Doin time for crime and facin
 Now your mind is wasted
 For tryin to shine with diamond bracelets
 Mad flavour, the bag lacer
 Take a pull of this
 Shit have you feelin like a dragracer
 Notice me, you ain't supposed to be attackin
 On global and locally I master it
 Lyrics is vocally immaculate
 niggas is totally inaccurate
 Packin iron for wreck
 A lot of these niggas is dyin vervexed
 But son, imagine havin lions for pets
 Smokin cess
 Fuckin any bitch you try to sex
 I'm thinkin long term, more than just byin a Lex
 I want the livest connect
 With each man in my fam high as the next

 Chorus 8x

 Business is business
 And even your peoples are playin for pape-papes
 So many snakes, punk bitches and fakes, snitches and jakes
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Language: English

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