{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}
[M] You won't have to worry about anything when you're with me
[M] cause I'm.. (?) reliable (?)
{*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}
[T] n***a WHASSUP n***a? Get out the car n***a!
[T] Give me your j**-els, fool!
[M] What, what do you want from us?
[T] You and your b*tch, n***a!
{*car door slams*}
[T] Get out here.. n***a you better get off this motherf**er punk
[M] Look.. look out baby
[M] I'm not givin up anything! You're just gonna have to..
{*gun blasts*}
"Screamin!"
{*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}
[1] Where my motherf**in chips at n***a?
[2] Yo homey I already told you n***a I'd have it Friday n***a
[1] Man fu*k what you told me n***a!
[2] WHAT?! n***a, f** you motherf**er
[1] n***a what's happenin then n***a? n***a!
{*beatdown starts*}
[2] Awww sh**!!
{*beatdown continues*}
[King Tee]
I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge
The n***as always ask am I a Crip or a Blood?
I am what I am and that's all I can stands
I can't stands no more so I'mma scram
Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away
A place that the map don't say
Cause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it
Talk about jack moves, I did it
I took cars, snatched j**elry, and boy I'd run
With the colored rag over my gun
And there was times I had to pop fools {*BLAM*}
Because they didn't believe that the Glock rules
When I say get out, get out! And I might not shoot
Then I'm off to put your Dayton's on my Coupe
But nowadays I have to figure
What goes around comes around for the triflin n***a
{*third skit: G's discussing a hit*}
[1] There the n***a!
[2] n***a n***a f** that, I'm gonna shoot this n***a right here
[2] Man, watch this
{*gun being co*ked sounds*}
[2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherf**er n***a
[2] Show this n***a what time it is n***a
[1] Yo yo hold up
[2] n***a watch out n***a
[1] Come on man
[2] n***a watch out n***a {*incomprehensible*}
[2] f** that n***a man, f** that n***a
[1] We don't need to get indicted
[3] Yo yo the n***a got a gat!!
[2] n***a f** that n***a n***a! n***a fu*k that n***a!
[2] n***a fu*k THAT ni**a!
{*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*}
[2] ni**a fu*k THAT ni**a!!
[King Tee]
Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box
Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks
He was young and bold, lot of money and gold
Kept a gat on hold in case s**ers tried to roll
A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops
He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops
His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew
Survival's on his mind so he serves them too
School isn't important, he's importin big packages
Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters
All the women ride his jock like a jockey
He says "I'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me"
But confidence, is his best defense
At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench
He says "A punk try to run up, I'mma pull the trigger"
What goes around comes around for the triflin n***a!
{*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}
[1] What's happenin man you got those birds?
[2] Yo you got the money homey?
[1] Aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'?
[3] Look man, f** all the bullsh**
[1] Man here you go right here man
[2] Show the money dawg
{*briefcase is opened*}
[1] n***a, there you go, so what's happenin?
[?] I like that, we in business
[?] Man - f** you n***a, this is a jack, it's a jack n***a
[?] Always gettin him, hey what's up?
[2] n***a, strip down, get bu*t-naked n***a
[King Tee]
I heard one-time wanna peel my cap
For the gangster rap to make n***as start fightin back
But I don't even give a f**
Pa** the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}
Cause I don't give a f** about a piece of tin
I [*scratch*] sh** off your chest and then grin
And move on to the next motherf**er
Cops ain't nuttin but the Klan undercover
And they be lynchin motherf**ers up nightly
That's why they need mo' motherf**ers like me
To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]
Cause I'm a triflin n***a
{*fifth skit: pa**engers in a car*}
[1] Yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that's the cops
[2] Aww god damn!
[1] Pull over!
[2] Y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out
[2] Chill out alright? Here he comes, here he comes
[C] Can I see yer driver's license registration and proof of insurance?
[2] What did I do officer?
[C] Get get your hands on the wheel!
[2] Man what did I do? What you talkin about?
[1] Man f** that n***a man
[?] Blast that motherf**er, blast him!
{*BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM, BLAM*}
{*car peels out and takes off*}