Man what you need man?

Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole

Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit

Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga

My bills gotta get paid motherfucker

I'm outta here -- catch me next week beotch!





Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block

Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks

Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house

Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up

On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs

Get paid, every night, where we hang

Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon

Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin

Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real

Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill'

Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is

Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in





You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life

Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..



Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain't nuttin but murders

Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking

Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts

The dark parts of the motherfuckin park

The tarantula's loose and i'm heated now

With somethin in my right palm to keep y'all seated down

Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads

Shot in the chest neck arm and legs





Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid

Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)



Around here, you can't trust nobody

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody





We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this

With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million

Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life

Every day every night me and the columbians take flight

Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas

When i flip it i make about twelve million g's

I'm a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce

And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed

Every nigga on the street gets paid





A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga

Shut down the alarms nigga

Time to hit off, get off then break off

If he don't kick in the bread then take off

Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties

Columbians disfigured

Daz midi machine dillinger

Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody





And my mindstate today is fuck everybody



Around here, you can't trust nobody

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody

Around here, you can't trust nobody

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody



.. shit, who the fuck at the door?

Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!

Flush the shit! flush the coke!!!