| I’m really not all that sure about when things is finna mature
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| So let me find me a nigga with a grip
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| And hit his ass quick with one of them licks
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| What’s the definition of a lick?
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| Takin' a nigga’s shit (ayy, put that on somethin')
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| I put that on The Click, The Click
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| Time to do some dirt, uh, I never trusted them bustas
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| Shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
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| Now the town is funkin', it’s called survival
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| What y’all wanna do? |
| They got us skunked
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| (Well if, uh, we can just, uh—)
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| If it was a fifth, we’ll all be drunk
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| I’m heated, them niggas cheated, played me false
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| We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed
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| I noticed one killer on the double dribble and set him up, y’all
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| She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
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| Thick-ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
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| Scarecrow crevice something vicious, a.k.a. Posie Pussyfictitious
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| See niggas don’t hold 'em guts
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| But shit on theyself when the funk get’s real
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| Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit
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| That’s when I get to killin' shit (Killin' shit)
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| And settin' him up and havin him catchin' a couple of slugs
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| Slu-uh-slu-uh-slugs
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| Tryna fuck with savage thug
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| Pistol pop in they ass
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| See, niggas be gettin' this twisted
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| It’s that bitch that killed ya
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| Took all your money, peeled ya
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| Seven niggas bust in the room with AKs
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| While a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
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| All of a sudden they shoot up your nutsack
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| Before you can hit the broccoli
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| See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn’t make that money
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| Left them niggas jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
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| He’s a busta, punk ass nigga, don’t know the streets
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| That’s why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
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| It’s just a part of the game he didn’t feel
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| Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
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| You don’t know that ho, mayne, that bitch can’t be trusted
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| Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted
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| (Some cold hearted shit)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus got dusted
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| What y’all wanna do; |
| what ya’ll wanna do?
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| (Cold hearted bitches)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| What y’all wanna do? |
| I never trusted them bustas
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| (Some cold hearted shit)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus got dusted
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| I never trusted them bustas
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| (And it’s them cold hearted nigga)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| Dusted and disgusted
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| Let’s let off some 2O3s on the other side of t-uh-town
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| Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
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| And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
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| Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
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| Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
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| By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine trumps
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| That steal narcotics
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| When it’s funkin' season, bitches be the reason
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| Why the smoke be coming up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac
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| Dear God, can you forgive me? |
| (Uh) My future’s lookin' sick
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| I’m in my rag hittin' switches, I’m suspicious of these bitches
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| I keep on, calllin', but ain’t nobody (Uh) pickin' up
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| I think she’s stallin', (Stallin') this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up (Uh)
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| Came all alone—if it’s on, then it’s on (On)
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| Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggas' dome
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| It’s a war zone (War zone) But I’m a man, so with gun in hand
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| I’m on my way to see this ho, you know the fuckin' plan
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| Can’t understand, but the things ain’t the same
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| You could die over these bitches, if you slippin' in the game
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| Niggas gangbang, (Gangbang)but bitches gangbang too
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| Give up that good thang, nigga put that pistol to your brain (Uh)
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| If you a smart figure, don’t have no love in your heart, nigga
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| Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
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| Bitches can’t be trusted, you know the rules
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| They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool
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| (Richie Rich: These hoes out here tryin' to hold niggas hostage
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| So a nigga get his muthafuckin' balls involved)
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| (2Pac: Things happen when you turn these bitches upside down
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| What’s gonna happen?)
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| (Richie Rich: Uhh, three and a half dollars will probably fall up out a bitch |
| pocket)
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| (Mac Mall: Yeah, mayne, them hoes hella stupid
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| They fuck with mo' MC’s than Jack the Rapper)
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| (E-40: What you say, Mall?
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| Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
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| The California lifestyle (California lifestyle) that I live
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| Where the bitches is (Uh) crooked and niggas just don’t give
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| A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on a Taylor
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| Bay Area player, tryna have shit major
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| And a bitch won’t save ya
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| So I ain’t playin' Captain Save-a-Ho (Yeah)
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| I mob up in ya (Uh) like a Brougham and then I’m gone
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| I’m like Sylvester Stallone (Sylvester Stallone)
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| Every day is like a Cliffhanger
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| Action packed, I let the mini-mac sting ya
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| Them hoes jacked that ass
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| Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash
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| Can’t have my cash (Uh) Better go and take your nigga stash
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| 'Cause he’s a busta (Busta) Niggas with clusters, slippin' and shit (Yeah)
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| Better jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass, bitch (Yeah)
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| Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
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| He let them bootsee bitches gank
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| Can’t let them bootsee bitches gank that ass
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| Better hide your cash and check her pass
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| Pump your brakes, nigga; |
| slow your roll, don’t go too fast
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| 'Cause bulletproof ain’t doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
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| Now, niggas comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
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| Damn, hollow points to face, Teflon, through the vest
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| Now r-uh-rest
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| Pull the plug on the flatline, no puh-ulse, one nigga less
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| One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
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| Fresh in the flesh, them bitches play the game of death
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| Look over your shoulder, watch your back, don’t even trust it
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| I’m tryna told ya, end up dusted
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| (Some cold hearted shit)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| What y’all wanna do; |
| what y’all wanna do?
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| (Cold hearted bitches)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| What y’all wanna do? |
| I never trusted them bustas
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| (It's some cold hearted shit)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| I never trusted them bustas
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| (And it’s them cold hearted nigga)
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| Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted
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| Dusted and disgusted |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dusted & Disgusted , by - Spice 1. Song from the album Hits II: Ganked & Gaffled, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп