WHO CAN U TRUST

©1996 B. BROWN, C. PERKINS, B. FLEMMING, F. NORTON, M. ORTEGA

B. FLEM: The shit is goin' down in the east bay niggas is doin' whatever to get they motherfuckin' back pay. Because it's all about a come up, don't let me catch ya slippin' nigga cause then I'll put the gun up. A gloc nine to your spine about to buck your ass about 17 times.
YOUNG ACE: It's b. flem motherfuckas and he quick on the draw.
B. HARD: Hit that ass wit' the gloc nine buck fools fall.
B. FLEM: Smobbin' through the town in my baby blue stang, checking hoes about my scrilla cause it ain't no thang. Peeling caps back fool cause I'm wicked, high off the Indo every time that I kicked. The bay ain't right this shit is all fucked up ain't got nobody to trust so I'm a tear shit up. Biocth I thought that you knew, It's b. flem wit' the b. hard crew nigga.
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B. HARD. Fuck a bitch cause she can't do shit for me can't be trusted so run and eat a dick for me. Hittin' corners sideways when I smobb through blunted wit a nine cause these hoes try to rob too. But it's like this I'm out the door wit' ya feddy went up in ya steady did ya like blow job betty. Cause you dirty had the next man hittin' it fucked up knew I had flow now I'm spittin' it. Besides you ain't shit and that's on my homies man can't trip cause it's just wut they told me and. It don't stop cause I'm pimpin' and my money grows ain't no love in the town for u scandalous hoes.
VITAMIN C: Yeah vitamin c about to kick this I'm not the quickest, so I won't twist this but I'm sick wit' this. Now it's only evident when I'm sangin' all the dead presidents that I bring in. Hoes take a seat if you must I'm collecting all my thoughts as I bust. And now it's plain twenty-sometin' years being hipped in the game I'm that nigga pussy can't tame. It's a shame, jealous niggas always bringing up my name. And that figures you ain't shit, Now I can't trust nobody (yeah) and that's the way it's always been (damn).
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YOUNG ACE: Shorty mack on the scene after five long years in the penitentiary people watching me. Saying do this and saying do that, Could have made through mentally if homies just had my back. Now I know who not to trust, If I get out I might just start to bust. But hold up time to get my plan right, cause it's gonna be a murder after midnight. Don't trust nobody but yourself is what my spirit told me laced up my chucks now I rolls by my lonely. Mobbin' 1 deep these busta's can't fade, so how the fuck they gonna use my name in vain see. A.C.E. O.G. from the home of the T ain't no fakin' or studio up in me. Packed up the g-ride no fear up in my mind or heart, just think about that shit before you move who can u trust.
B. HARD: Now I'm tired of all these busta's claiming were friends but you back stabbing me, I don't buy it cause I know the game besides how many of us have them. Peep, I don't trust these fools cause they (faulty) leave em' all alone wit' my broad and they (salt me). Playa haters in my mix again and be smiling in my face like you's my fucking friend. Underhanded, shady, and stuck be them motherfuckas saltin' niggas game to fuck. And broads eat it up cause that busta chose, why you think niggas always gotta game of hoes. Dummy, ya gettin' played like a game of pool, played captain bought you gifts and you fucked the fool. Fellas, watch em' man cause even some will snitch, fucked around beat it down and she told my bitch. DAMN.
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