作词 : Arnaud, Brown
Man, what you need, man?
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Yo' ***** ass always come around her
Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit *************t
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Niggas come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' nigg
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - My bills gotta get paid mother****e
I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch
Hop in my
Chevy get to wheelin' down the block
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Makin' sales, whether slangin' niggas or rock
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Clockin' major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the hous
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Might as well back up, bustin' on niggas if they act u
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
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Keep a nigga intact, for these niggas half-steppin
Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real
Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger - Dealers servin' these niggas for a quarter a mill
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
************* my family, ************* my friends, when my **** come in
You feel like ************* trust, a ************* lose his life
Tryin' to trust on mother******s 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 mother******' 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' *************z what we do nowadays(*************)
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody)
Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
We jack a ************* 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'sI'm a two thousand
Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Every ************* on the street gets paid
A couple pieces spread, bear arms *************, warfare *************
Shut down the alarms *************
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
DillingerTwo shotty
Young Gotti, 'bout to put it on somebody
And my mindstate today is **** everybod
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody)
Whether it's ****** 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 ****** or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
**** that, who the **** at the door
Aww man, the police, fool
C'mon get out of here man c'mon
Flush the shit, flush the cok
