Shadiest One Lyrics - W.c.

(man) 

Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit 

(other man) 

lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit 

(man) 

hey, look, nigga 

get out there, nigga 

these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right 

we gon' get in and get out 

(other man) 

we on a roll, nigga 

[continues, indistinct] 

[Verse 1: WC] 

I'ma walk it down, now 

fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas 

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, nigga you know da outcome 

dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run 

[CJ Mac] 

We gettin' close, hot as fuck 

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 

nigga speak 

[Man's Voice] 

Where you at? 

[CJ Mac] 

Close nigga 

you just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga 

I never tell no 

nigga when I'm comin' through his town 

set us up, get a crew, gun his town 

[WC] 

Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo' 

after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo' 

(CJ Mac) 

Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand 

whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player 

shit happens 

[Chorus: CJ Mac] 

Don't fuck wit a niggas cash 

niggas blast, when it come to cash 

niggas mash, on dat ass 

Don't fuck wit a niggas cash 

niggas mash, on dat ass 

fo' a niggas cash, niggas 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, nigga 

shit, nigga, I remember 

It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata 

[WC] 

fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad 

sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad 

to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!] 

'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe 

[CJ Mac] 

Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend 

he set up da link 

gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit 

told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating 

and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting 

[WC] 

Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out 

castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth 

What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A. 

I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ 

{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac} 

(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?) 

Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up 

(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?) 

Hey nigga it's goin' down 

Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?) 

Fuck that, let's bring these in hea 

Fuck these niggas! 

[Chorus x2] 

[Verse 3: CJ Mac] 

Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow 

shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that) 

How da fuck they found where Fred stay 

they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?! 

[WC] 

CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch 

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 shit, but why the fuck you so bloody? 

[WC] 

They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right) 

and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel} 

[CJ Mac] 

Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game 

you didn't know that motherfuckas name! 

first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split 

nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit 

[gunshot] 

Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda 

reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back 

{gunshots continue} 

[WC] 

Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die 

you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga 

shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart 

fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart 

[CJ Mac] 

I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough 

kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe? 

Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach 

see me vomit blood, 

nigga eat slugs! 

{gunshots continue} 

[WC] 

On my knees, I'ma see da bust back, fuck that 

somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage 

ain't no rules to dis shit, we jackers 

ain't no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens 

[Chorus x2] 

I feel sorry, nigga 

just like every dog has his day, 

every loc get his nights 

I'll be back at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang) 

I can't believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga 

it ain't nothin' (hu, hu) 

it ain't nothin' 

It's goin' down 

I'ma get that motherfucker 

It's on!