Who Can I Trust?-Spice 1

Who can ya trust? [ VERSE 1 ] Who can ya trust, cause niggas is all snakes and rats Hollerin at your baby mama all behind your back Smilin in your face though they plan on takin your place Paid the lawyer ten g's, still lost the case You say you got a lust to bust But when it comes down to it, man, you sho' go nuts Who can ya trust? Some niggas wanna roll with us But when the bodies start droppin, man, they ain't sayin too much Out of touch, quiet as a church mouse, not a squeak or a sound When we really let em know how we get down Who can ya trust, scandalous bust's tryin to set you up And though you didn't plan on swimmin they wet you up Who can ya trust when a n***a ballin out of control And all the haters wanna get you for your diamond Rol' Tired of suckers tellin me that I don't kick it no mo' I'ma kick that ass ridin for my cash for sho' Who can ya trust? [ CHORUS ] When a n***a ballin out of control You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe (Who can be trusted?) Lord, I wanna be a baller, please But these savage-ass streets keep on callin me (Who can be trusted?) When a n***a ballin out of control You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe (Who can be trusted?) Lord, I wanna be a baller, please But I been diagnosed with the thug disease [ VERSE 2 ] ...gettin sticky when I roll up Niggas dippin too close and you don't know me, nigga, hold up Get your hands our your pockets, I don't trust nobody Cause see, the game ain't nothin but a gangster party I been thuggin for years, tryin hard to stay alive Cause violence and vengeance came close too many times Sparks light up the night, niggas duckin from ricochets Baldheads or braids, you can die in six million ways In the heat of the drama, who can ya trust? Hella niggas sayin they down, but they ain't ready to bust They ain't walkin how they talkin, they just yappin they mouth Speakin on that thug s**t and ain't a strap in the house Who can you trust, everybody gotta watch they back Thought he was your homeboy till he faded to black Walked up to your mama house, hit you up for the sacks Now you bailin in the hooptie rollin round with the gat You can't trust nobody in these days and times Miss my homie, sittin on his grave with nines Wishin I was at the murder scene lightin it up For my playboy partna, I was the one he could trust [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] We choose 100's and 50's over tig-old bitties It's m.o.b., ride or die in the heart of the city Hella busters be fallin victim, swallowed up in the game Black demons, I hear em callin, still screamin my name Fall in the game, but you can never know all the games Shot in his head with his vest on - who do you blame? A victim of circumstances, gone with the wind And to my niggas stuck on death row, caught in the pen Never let em see you sweat, we're all born in sin Suckers'll never really see through the hearts of the real men When the s**t goes down niggas be up in the clouds Suckers ain't sayin nothin, they just talkin aloud Entertainin the crowd tryin to get a few stripes I ain't down for ballin, already got two strikes Niggas tryin to make me k out And some people say, "My A.K. is the way out" Stay out of b******t and keep my head over the water Lot of niggas, see em hungry, blood-thirsty for dollars Ridin for the cream, niggas think I'm doin 3 months But on the real, homie, you can be touched Now who can ya trust? [ CHORUS ]