Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul
Verse1:
Niggas will always play the fucken fool
Until all the talking stops and you pull
the fucken tool.....sit down
See I ain't got no time for this shit now
My mind is only on this money we about to get now.... check this
Niggas I've rolled with they done turned they backs
And I ain't never trusted a bitch so observe they acts
Lesson one never leave without your vest and gun
Believe you me niggas is phiening to come and
show you how the west was won
I got a relentless gun that will open your chest
And burn every organism that's supplying you breath
See on my block you can't just trust any nigga who sling
Eventually one got's to go so he thinking the same thing
So you could dead this nigga now and let his profit increase
Or run the risk of getting killed and watch your profit decrease
So I wonder are you a thug ready to buss with the glock
Or is it just some role playing off the weed and tupac don't fake
Cause I'm that nigga that will let you play hard
Make your heart throb have you thinking shit is sweet
Next week have your wifey slit your throat up at the
day job do you know what I'm capable of...muthafucka!
Chorus x2:
I trust no one but me myself and I
If it ain't out my mouth than it's just a lie
I can't lie I'll do anything just trying to get by
A million niggas will give the same
reply and you wonder why
Verse 2:
I trust no one for sho son bow down to no one
That nigga that will fuck your wife then murder you with your gun
It's no fun where I come from land of the lost
Where niggas kill for respect and cut your hands off
Lift your mans off his feet organs all over the street
Thought you was wild I hear you calling retreat
Now fall to your feet pay your respects where it's due
And pray to god I don't send these hollowpoints tearing through
Your ligaments burn your pigment clips left your sweater tore
For that federal bet your moms let the beretta blow
T*R*U*S*T let it be a special bond held between I, myself, and me I trust
No one
Chorus x2:
Verse 3:
Y'all niggas trying to figure out how I remain calm
Been around the world once and ain't seen no prophets like loran
All these bullshit metaphors, breakdowns, and cliches
Become so apparent when the murder music replays
The scene plays like this you've been gone for three days
Before she hated to give head now she does it in three ways
Ain't you a little bit suspicious why your man ain't call back
Why is the passengers seat in the car leaned far back
You don't smoke explain to me why the ash tray is all black
Then you hit your girl from the back and discovered a small scratch
Is it just me or is somebody fucking around
Doubted my words when we started got you wondering now
You can't believe that this nigga you known damn near your whole life
Is fucking you plus he fucking your wife..Ain't that some shit!
Chorus x2:
Niggas will always play the fucken fool
Until all the talking stops and you pull
the fucken tool.....sit down
See I ain't got no time for this shit now
My mind is only on this money we about to get now.... check this
Niggas I've rolled with they done turned they backs
And I ain't never trusted a bitch so observe they acts
Lesson one never leave without your vest and gun
Believe you me niggas is phiening to come and
show you how the west was won
I got a relentless gun that will open your chest
And burn every organism that's supplying you breath
See on my block you can't just trust any nigga who sling
Eventually one got's to go so he thinking the same thing
So you could dead this nigga now and let his profit increase
Or run the risk of getting killed and watch your profit decrease
So I wonder are you a thug ready to buss with the glock
Or is it just some role playing off the weed and tupac don't fake
Cause I'm that nigga that will let you play hard
Make your heart throb have you thinking shit is sweet
Next week have your wifey slit your throat up at the
day job do you know what I'm capable of...muthafucka!
Chorus x2:
I trust no one but me myself and I
If it ain't out my mouth than it's just a lie
I can't lie I'll do anything just trying to get by
A million niggas will give the same
reply and you wonder why
Verse 2:
I trust no one for sho son bow down to no one
That nigga that will fuck your wife then murder you with your gun
It's no fun where I come from land of the lost
Where niggas kill for respect and cut your hands off
Lift your mans off his feet organs all over the street
Thought you was wild I hear you calling retreat
Now fall to your feet pay your respects where it's due
And pray to god I don't send these hollowpoints tearing through
Your ligaments burn your pigment clips left your sweater tore
For that federal bet your moms let the beretta blow
T*R*U*S*T let it be a special bond held between I, myself, and me I trust
No one
Chorus x2:
Verse 3:
Y'all niggas trying to figure out how I remain calm
Been around the world once and ain't seen no prophets like loran
All these bullshit metaphors, breakdowns, and cliches
Become so apparent when the murder music replays
The scene plays like this you've been gone for three days
Before she hated to give head now she does it in three ways
Ain't you a little bit suspicious why your man ain't call back
Why is the passengers seat in the car leaned far back
You don't smoke explain to me why the ash tray is all black
Then you hit your girl from the back and discovered a small scratch
Is it just me or is somebody fucking around
Doubted my words when we started got you wondering now
You can't believe that this nigga you known damn near your whole life
Is fucking you plus he fucking your wife..Ain't that some shit!
Chorus x2:
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