WC - The Shadiest One lyrics

Hey, n***a, gimme some of them water and chip's, sh** lock 'em up, n***a, lock 'em, bullsh** hey, look, n***a get out there, n***a these n***as ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right we gon' get in and get out we on a roll, n***a [Verse 1: WC] I'ma walk it down, now 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, for under the 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 speak Where you at? [CJ Mac:] Close n***a you just have tha cash right so we can go's, n***a I never tell no n***a when I'm comin' through his town set us up, get a crew, gun his town [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 jackets, player sh** happens [Chorus: 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 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, n***a sh**, n***a, I remember It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata [WC:] Fake twista, took her a** back to da piz-ad sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad 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 link gave his a** ten-thousand, thanked him n' sh** told him 'Shut the f** up', n***as try sweating and have to take his a** out there, he bound to wetting [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 (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! [Chorus 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, hold up, 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 ramshacked 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, hard n***a, who parted 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 reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back [gunshots continue] [WC:] n***a, lifes a b**h and then you die you only get one chance to check, n***a, 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 hoe, boy, k** my hoe? Five, 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'ma 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 [Chorus 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'ma get that motherf**er It's on!