Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ya Can't Trust Nobody, artist - Kurupt. Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Ya Can't Trust Nobody |
| 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!!! |