Lyrics Ya Can't Trust Nobody - 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
'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
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
1 Who Ride Wit Us (feat. Daz)
2 Ho's A Housewife
3 Girls All Pause
4 Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
5 Trylogy
6 I Call Shots
7 Loose Cannons
8 Represent Dat G.C.
9 Welcome Home
10 Tequilla
11 Neva Gonna Give It Up
12 Ya Can't Trust Nobody
13 It Ain't About You
14 Your Gyrl Friend
15 I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz
16 Step Up
17 Live on the Mic
18 Callin' Out Names
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