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(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip`s, shit (other man) lock `em up, nigga, lock `em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga these niggas ain`t sho` ta riz-ayd, right we gon` get in and get out (other man) we on a roll, nigga [continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC] I`ma walk it down, now fuckin` wit deez out-a-town niggas got me watchin` up on my back and strappin` pistol packin` who ever thought dem fools would catch on and we was sellin` rock while up in the back of the broll see da plan was to make a transaction to match three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money `n run
[CJ Mac] We gettin` close, hot as fuck burnin` up in his drive two pace, mirror checkin` doin` sixty-five I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god he make this stop, better have 9 lives nigga speak
[Man`s Voice] Where you at?
[CJ Mac] Close nigga you just have tha cash right so we can go`s, nigga I never tell no nigga when I`m comin` through his town set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[WC] Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo` after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo`
(CJ Mac) Out-a-town nigga havin` a pistal in hand whatcha paper, you fuckin` wit some jackets, player shit happens
[Chorus: CJ Mac] Don`t fuck wit a niggas cash niggas blast, when it come to cash niggas mash, on dat ass Don`t fuck wit a niggas cash niggas mash, on dat ass fo` a niggas cash, niggas blast
[WC second half overlaps] (T`is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac] Hits J, sit straight, dey ain`t even check swiss suitcase, jit we ain`t stop to count da cash, nigga shit, nigga, I remember It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
[WC] fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad to make some mo trick-climbin`-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!] cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac] Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend he set up da link gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n` shit told him `Shut the fuck up`, niggas try sweating and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
[WC] Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth What the fuck? I know these niggas ain`t here in L.A. I went and grabbed the AK n` called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac} (What`s crackin`?) Look it`s on wit deez niggas (what?) Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up (slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?) Hey nigga it`s goin` down Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?) Fuck that, let`s bring these in hea Fuck these niggas!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: CJ Mac] Goin` 110 on da 110, exit slow shit my stomach uptight, sumthin` ain`t right (fuck that) How da fuck they found where Fred stay they ain`t never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
[WC] CJ, don`t trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch left her bleedin` in the porch wit` screwdriver`s in her head ramshacked the house, took the work and the money
[CJ Mac] I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?
[WC] They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo` (right, right) and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ Mac] Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game you didn`t know that motherfuckas name! first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split nigga I ain`t stupid, you did that shit
[gunshot] Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda reached for my strap, and started dumpin` back {gunshots continue}
[WC] Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga shoulda known from the start, ain`t no love in my heart fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ Mac] I`ll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit` da dough kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe? Five, fo` rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach see me vomit blood, nigga eat slugs! {gunshots continue}
[WC] On my knees, I`ma see da bust back, fuck that somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage ain`t no rules to dis shit, we jackers ain`t no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
[Chorus x2]
I feel sorry, nigga just like every dog has his day, every loc get his nights I`ll be back at ya, my nigga (ain`t no thang) I can`t believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga it ain`t nothin` (hu, hu) it ain`t nothin` It`s goin` down I`ma get that motherfucker It`s on!
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