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!!!