Don't Trust 'em Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse - Three 6 Mafia

What? What? What? 

What? What? What? 

What? What? What? What? 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

You trust no you trust no fucking bitch 

'Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch 

Oh no you let a hoe 

Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go 

You kick in'z they door you lay them on the floor 

You put the gun to they motherfucking forehead bro 

Is it fucking come? Is it fucking go? 

I kill a hoe like I kill a fucking nigga bro 

I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six 

You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch 

Bitch you done fucked around with the clique 

Click A motherfuckers gun sound bitch 

We don't trust no hoe, we don't trust no man 

We got our own fucking thing don't you understand 

Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something 

You take nothing you only taken the fucking drama 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

How could you betray your folk 

Haters like you should be smoked 

Killed wrapped in plastic body bags 'cuz you're [unverified] 

Trick we coming after ya death is looking drastical 

Strapped up spectacular then suck blood like Dracula 

Best make sure you haven't said never hide the evidence 

Use to be my nigga now I'm rampaging your residence 

Pay my dues down the juice, stealing what? 

'Cuz you [unverified] back in middle school 

What happened to blazing bags 

Hanging out and skipping class 

Now you in the [unverified] position bitch you wanna blast 

Hating us superior, murder your ass now meeting the criteria 

Ain't no use in being shamed blood on your mirror frame 

And that was provided from my [unverified] a nigga to the brain 

I'm deranged born crazed, shimmy to the turning lane 

Couldn't drop this nigga so I took his ass to the game 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers 

Ash to ash, dust to dust 

How many motherfuckers that I can't trust 

I can't trust suckers, I can't trust suckers 

And I sure can't trust that nigga that be riding in that back trunk 

And I can't trust my gal 'cuz my gal she snitch 

And I can't trust that bitch 'cuz a bitch is a bitch 

And I can't trust that nigga that I use to hang with 

'Cuz that nigga I use to hang with he'll flow like a bitch 

And I can't trust chuck 'cuz chuck hear what 

Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey 

And I can't trust my [unverified] bust out my window and I [unverified] 

All over my car nigga you know who I am 

Rat tat tat is my level pushing bodies in bags 

Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession 

Fuck with me my nigga putting bodies in bag 

My nigga told me once 

Don't you trust them motherfuckers 

They act like they your thugs 

But they phoney motherfuckers