(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?)
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