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WC - The Shadiest One lyrics
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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