Ant Banks - The Shadiest One lyrics

(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!