Ya Can't Trust Nobody Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt

Man, what you need, man? 

Yo' bitch ass always come around here 

Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit shit 

Nigga come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' nigga 

My bills gotta get paid motherfucker 

I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch 

Hop in my Chevy get to wheelin' down the block 

Makin' sales, whether slangin' weed or rocks 

Clockin' major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house 

Might as well back up, bustin' on niggaz if they act up 

On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs 

Get paid, every night, where we hang 

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'Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon 

Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin' 

Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real 

Dealers servin' these niggaz for a quarter a mill' 

Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is 

Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in 

You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life 

Tryin' to trust on motherfuckers like us 

Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain't nuttin' but murders 

Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking 

Crackin' up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts 

The dark parts of the motherfuckin' park 

The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now 

With somethin' in my right palm to keep y'all seated down 

Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads 

Shot in the chest neck arm and legs 

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Ain't no fakin', we all out to get paid 

Wettin' niggaz what we do nowadays 

(Nigga) 

Around here, you can't trust nobody 

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody 

(Somebody) 

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics 

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody 

We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this 

With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million 

Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life 

Every day every night me and the Columbians take flight 

Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas 

When I flip it I make about twelve million G's 

I'm a two thousand Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce 

And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed 

Every nigga on the street gets paid 

A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga 

Shut down the alarms nigga 

Time to hit off, get off then break off 

If he don't kick in the bread then take off 

Columbian ties, Columbian mob members in Columbian neckties 

Columbians disfigured, Daz MIDI machine Dillinger 

Two shotty Young Gotti, 'bout to put it on somebody 

And my mindstate today is fuck everybody 

Around here, you can't trust nobody 

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody 

(Somebody) 

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics 

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody 

Around here, you can't trust nobody 

Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody 

(Somebody) 

Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics 

Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody 

Shit, who the fuck at the door? 

Aww man, the police, fool 

C'mon get out of here man c'mon 

Flush the shit, flush the coke