(man)
Hey, n***a, gimme some of them water and chip's, sh**
(other man)
Lock 'em up, n***a, lock 'em, bullsh**
(man)
Hey, look, n***a
Get out there, n***a
These n***as ain't so briz-ight, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, n***a
[Continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC]
I'm a walkin dead man
f**in' wit deez out-a-town n***as
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, four hundred a zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, n***a you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as f**
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
n***a beepin
[Man's Voice]
Where you at?
[CJ Mac]
Close n***a
You just have tha cash right so we can ghost, n***a
I never tell no
n***a when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun us down
[WC]
f** that, I dun dis sh** befo'
After we twist deez n***as, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town n***a havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you f**in' wit some jackers, player
sh** happens
[Hook: CJ Mac]
Don't f** wit a n***as cash
n***as blast, when it come to cash
n***as mash, on dat a**
Don't f** wit a n***as cash
n***as mash, on dat a**
Fo' a n***as cash, n***as blast
[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be jackin falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Made the exchange, it's strange, they ain't even check
Switched the suitcase and jet
We ain't stop to count da cash neither
sh**, n***a, I'mma leave it
Cause two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight ether
[WC]
Fake twista, took her a** back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ab
To make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-n***a loot [wooh!]
Cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac]
Call my n***a, Fred, yo friend
He set up da lick
Gave his a** ten-thousand, thanked him n' sh**
Told him 'Shut the f** up', n***as try to sweat him
And not to take his a** out there, they bound to wet him
[WC]
Uh huh, two months pa**ed, I found his a** trashed out
Castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the f**? I know these n***as ain't here in L.A
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my n***a CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez n***as (what?)
Hey CJ n***a I just found this n***a Fred f**ed up
(slow down, n***a) on the porch (Fred?)
Hey n***a it's goin' down
Hey n***a meet me at cho b**h spot, n***a (what?)
f** that, let's bring these in hea
f** these n***as!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
sh** my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (f** that)
How da f** they found where Fred stay
They ain't never been out there, aw Dub, what the f**?!
[WC]
CJ, don't trip, n***a, dey just k**ed yo b**h
Left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
Ransacked the house, took the work and the money
[CJ Mac]
I could see that sh**, but why the f** you so bloody?
[WC]
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
And if I know that n***a Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ Mac]
Bo, aw n***a, what part of the game
You didn't know that motherf**as name!
First you found Fred dead, then you found my b**h wit her wig split
n***a I ain't stupid, you did that sh**
[Gunshot]
Motherf**a shot me in my shoulda
Reaches for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
n***a, life's a b**h and then you die
You only get one chance to check figures, trust no n***a
Shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
f** this 50-50 sh**, this is where we depart
[CJ Mac]
I'll be damned if I let this n***a walk wit' da dough
k** my homeboy, k** my ho?
Fire fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
See me vomit blood
n***a eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
On my knees, I'mma see da bust back, f** that
Somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
Ain't no rules to dis sh**, we jackers
Ain't no love in this game, mothaf**a, sh** happens
[Hook x2]
I feel sorry, n***a
Just like every dog has his day
Every loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my n***a (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo a** did some sh** like that to me, n***a
It ain't nothin' (hu, hu)
It ain't nothin'
It's goin' down
I'mma get that motherf**er
It's on!