Nobody-Kurupt

Nobody - Kurupt Man, what you need, man? Yo' b**ch a** always come around here Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit sh*t Ni**a come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' ni**a My bills gotta get paid motherf**ker I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch Hop in my Chevy get to wheelin' down the block Makin' sales, whether slangin' w**d 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 ni**a 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 F**k my family, f**k my friends, when my d**e come in You feel like f**k trust, a ni**a lose his life Tryin' to trust on motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin' 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 (Ni**a) Around here, you can't trust nobody Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (Somebody) Whether it's w**d or your life or narcotics Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody We jack a ni**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's I'm a two thousand Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' a** get crossed Every ni**a on the street gets paid A couple pieces spread, bear arms ni**a, warfare ni**a Shut down the alarms ni**a 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 f**k everybody Around here, you can't trust nobody Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (Somebody) Whether it's w**d 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 w**d or your life or narcotics Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody Sh*t, who the f**k at the door? Aww man, the police, fool C'mon get out of here man c'mon Flush the sh*t, flush the coke