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featuring CJ Mac 

(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!] 
cuz 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!

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