Dusted 'N' Disgusted

I'm really not all that sure

Bout when things is finna mature

So let me find me a ni**a with a grip

And hit his a** quick with one of them whoops

(What's the definition of a lick )

Taking a niggaz sh*t

(Hey put that on sumthin)

I put that on The Click The Click

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Time to do some dirt uhh I never trusted

Them bustas shot him in the shirt dead on arrival

Now the town is funky it's called survival

What y'all wanna do They got us scuffled

(Well if uhh we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'll all be drunk

I'm heated them niggaz cheated played me false

We had a meetin sh*t 'posed to been squashed

I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all

She likes the Monie in the Middle play tetherball

Thick a** b**ch high yellow city-slicker

Scarecrow creepin Southern b**ches aka Posie Pussyfictious

Ni**a been holdin guts but sh*t on hisself and a funky bill

Pullin out bills frontin on material sh*t

That's when I get to killin sh*t (killin sh*t)

And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs

Sl-uh sl-uh slugs trynta f**k with savage thug

Pistol pop in they a** see niggaz be gettin this twisted

It's that b**ch that killed yan

Took all your money peeled ya

Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's

While a ni**a be puttin on his jimmy

All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton

Before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that ni**a that ni**a didn't make that money

Left them niggaz jacked up and the b**ch she macked him

He's a busta punk a** ni**a y'all know the streets

That's why that ni**a naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets

It's just a part of the game he didn't feel

B**ches will kill f**k a ni**a out his last d-uh dollar bill

You don't know that hoe main that b**ch can't be trusted

Dusted and di-motherf**kin-sgusted

Some cold hearted sh*t

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do whacha'll wanna do

Cold hearted b**ches

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted sh*t

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

I never trusted them bustas

And it's them cold hearted ni**a

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Dusted and disgusted

Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town

Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)

And wait for the po-po shift to change ghetto shootin range

Revenge on the r-uh-rebound war games

Droughts ouch lost clientele but I will prevail

By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack coc*ine

Try not to steal narcotics

When these punk MC's and b**ches be the reason why

The smoke be comin up out the chop with my ni**a 'Pac

Dear God can you forgive me My future's lookin sick

I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these b**ches

I keep on calllin but ain't nobody pickin up

I think she's stallin this evil b**ch is tryin ta set me up

Came all alone if it's on then it's on

Where's my motherf**kin chrome only jealous niggaz roam

It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand

I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the f**kin plan

Can't understand but the things ain't the same

You could die over these b**ches if you slippin in the game

Niggaz gang bang but b**ches gang bang too

Give up that good thang and put that pistol to your brain

If you a smart figure don't have no love in your heart ni**a

Any complications pull the trigger dusted and disgusted

B**ches can't be trusted you know the rules

They underhanded she planned it you f**kin fool

These hoes out here tryin to hold a ni**a's heart

So a ni**a get his money f**ked with

Almost in-laws

Hey be proud of it when you turn these b**ches upside down

What's gonna happen

Uhh three and a half dollars or probably fo' if

A b**ch ridin

Yeah main them hoes talented

They be f**kin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper

Aight f**k it what you say Mall

Ay f**k them sheisty a** bootches ni**a

The California lifestyle that I live

Where the b**ches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give

A flyin f**k so I stay stuck smokin on the tay-low

Bay Area playa tryin ta have sh*t major

And a b**ch won't save ya

So I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe

I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone

I'm like Sylvester Stallone everyday is like a Cliffhanger

Action packed I let the mini-mac smack that a**

Them hoes jacked that a**

Ni**a woulda got smokin on that hash

Can't have my cash better go and take your ni**a stash

Cuz he's a busta niggaz with clusters

Slippin in sh*t betta jack that ni**a 'fore I jack his a** b**ch

Never was no love for the mark-a** the lo pink (the lo pink)

You love them Bootsy b**ches can't let them p**sy b**ches

Gank that a** betta hide your cash and check her fast

Pump your brakes ni**a slow your roll don't go too fast

Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'

Now niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the f**kin floor

Damn hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest

Now r-uh-rest

Pull a plug on a flatline over those one ni**a less

One ni**a less from coast to coast to the East to the West

Crushin the flesh dem b**ches played a game of death

Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it

I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted

Some cold hearted sh*t

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do whacha'll wanna do

Cold hearted b**ches

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted sh*t

Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted

I never trusted them bustas

And it's them cold hearted ni**a

Dusted and disgusted