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Who can ya trust? |
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[ VERSE 1 ] |
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Who can ya trust, cause niggas is all snakes and rats |
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Hollerin at your baby mama all behind your back |
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Smilin in your face though they plan on takin your place |
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Paid the lawyer ten g's, still lost the case |
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You say you got a lust to bust |
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But when it comes down to it, man, you sho' go nuts |
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Who can ya trust? Some niggas wanna roll with us |
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But when the bodies start droppin, man, they ain't sayin too much |
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Out of touch, quiet as a church mouse, not a squeak or a sound |
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When we really let em know how we get down |
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Who can ya trust, scandalous bust's tryin to set you up |
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And though you didn't plan on swimmin they wet you up |
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Who can ya trust when a nigga ballin out of control |
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And all the haters wanna get you for your diamond Rol' |
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Tired of suckers tellin me that I don't kick it no mo' |
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I'ma kick that ass ridin for my cash for sho' |
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Who can ya trust? |
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[ CHORUS ] |
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When a nigga ballin out of control |
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You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe |
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(Who can be trusted?) |
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Lord, I wanna be a baller, please |
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But these savage-ass streets keep on callin me |
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(Who can be trusted?) |
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When a nigga ballin out of control |
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You see it's hard to tell the difference from a friend or foe |
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(Who can be trusted?) |
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Lord, I wanna be a baller, please |
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But I been diagnosed with the thug disease |
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[ VERSE 2 ] |
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...gettin sticky when I roll up |
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Niggas dippin too close and you don't know me, nigga, hold up |
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Get your hands our your pockets, I don't trust nobody |
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Cause see, the game ain't nothin but a gangster party |
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I been thuggin for years, tryin hard to stay alive |
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Cause violence and vengeance came close too many times |
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Sparks light up the night, niggas duckin from ricochets |
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Baldheads or braids, you can die in six million ways |
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In the heat of the drama, who can ya trust? |
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Hella niggas sayin they down, but they ain't ready to bust |
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They ain't walkin how they talkin, they just yappin they mouth |
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Speakin on that thug shit and ain't a strap in the house |
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Who can you trust, everybody gotta watch they back |
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Thought he was your homeboy till he faded to black |
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Walked up to your mama house, hit you up for the sacks |
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Now you bailin in the hooptie rollin round with the gat |
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You can't trust nobody in these days and times |
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Miss my homie, sittin on his grave with nines |
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Wishin I was at the murder scene lightin it up |
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For my playboy partna, I was the one he could trust |
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[ CHORUS ] |
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[ VERSE 3 ] |
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We choose 100's and 50's over tig-old bitties |
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It's m.o.b., ride or die in the heart of the city |
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Hella busters be fallin victim, swallowed up in the game |
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Black demons, I hear em callin, still screamin my name |
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Fall in the game, but you can never know all the games |
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Shot in his head with his vest on - who do you blame? |
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A victim of circumstances, gone with the wind |
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And to my niggas stuck on death row, caught in the pen |
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Never let em see you sweat, we're all born in sin |
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Suckers'll never really see through the hearts of the real men |
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When the shit goes down niggas be up in the clouds |
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Suckers ain't sayin nothin, they just talkin aloud |
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Entertainin the crowd tryin to get a few stripes |
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I ain't down for ballin, already got two strikes |
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Niggas tryin to make me k out |
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And some people say, "My A.K. is the way out" |
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Stay out of bullshit and keep my head over the water |
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Lot of niggas, see em hungry, blood-thirsty for dollars |
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Ridin for the cream, niggas think I'm doin 3 months |
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But on the real, homie, you can be touched |
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Now who can ya trust? |
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[ CHORUS ] |
