|
Goldy - Don't Trust Anybody lyrics
Who do you trust? Can't trust your bitch, can't trust your partner And you sho' nuff can't trust the white man You trust yourself [ VERSE 1 ] I'm strugglin and strivin, hustlin and divin, and duckin from the five-o's And from them marks right down the way we call our rivals Young soldiers ten deep on the grind spot We got the trumps and dimes hot and here's where the line stops And I can't keep my nine in the bushes, Spice Cause them jealous niggas and them dopefiends and the fuckin vice Want a nigga to close shop because I'm tearin a grip I got they spot shook down, let's empty the round, down the clip They try to ride, must thought we leave, nigga, but never that They send some dopefiends over to kill us, nigga, but never that Straight punks call the task They can't work the helicopters, k9's and gats on that ass Niggas hit the fences droppin all they twamps, intentions fail Tryin to make it to my hooptie, but my homie scooped me Hittin fences, one of my boys got snagged We tried to get him loose, but the k9's came and chewed his ass My other boy's on the roof jumpin house to house, he lost a step And fell to the ground and broke his fuckin neck They're killin my crew off, they're killin my crew off We gotta split up or these k9's and helicopers gonna get us So I bail, never look back, I think I lost him Killed his k9 dog, I cut him up and then I tossed him My other boys said fuck it, they stopped and had a showdown Before they got took the task counted four down My other bro was hurt, he hit his knees and threw his hands up They put two zips of coke in his pockets, then they put him in handcuffs I was almost through the share and breathin heavy If I made it when I got behind the wheels I knew they couldn't fade it I done told you bout them do's and can't's and that shift kick I hit them corners and five-o got ditched quick Them niggas ratted us out, the five-o banged coke and gatted us out Now I'ma show you fools what bein mad is about [ CHORUS 1 ] The five-o, hoes and niggas know I can't give them my trust Cause if I turn my back on them They just might start to bust [ VERSE 2 ] I started with ten niggas, I'm down to the dome I got no block to call my spot, I got no hood to call my home I must stay strong and maintain D.T.A. My real homies are gone, so now that gotta be the way I started in the streets like a hobo, now I'm mobile I organize my business, but I still duck the robo I make mo' money, breakin ounces down sellin sacks, fuck them savages Kickin my dough down, lookin for packages I had to down my Chavelle and come anew Cause I was hot from the block when I used to run the crew In Oakland on the East Side you know how we ride We like to swing and slide, whip them old schools and make them inches tight So I flip the 50 with deposit tractions Sitton on chrome, Toni supercharge ?Braxton? You hear me then you wonder where I am The Flowmaster dude's barkin hard with the hitters and them camps First 50 in the Town with the racing stripes Smokin it up like them dopefiends basin pipes Niggas know I got the sack They got a drop but I don't, but they know the trigger got my back I see they mouths droolin, niggas gettin shifty-eyed They wanna jack me cause they know that my 50 ride One fool tried to jack me on the late tip Aimed for this chest but I caught him in the hip Keep one in the chamber with the meter on my dick Since the safety's on the trigger you'se one dead nigga [ CHORUS 2 ] The five-o, hoes and niggas know I can't give them my trust Cause if I sleep, they'll creep on me And then I will be fucked [ VERSE 3 ] Now I got them zippers and them quarters and them eights My stack is gettin fat, so I'm lockin it up in safes I got the combination tatooed on my brain Hear all them busters sayin, "That dude's rollin caine" Whenever the niggas are rollin the dank and the stank I'm makin the bank I set up a shop on the block cause drivin and servin the fools I can't I told you in the first verse my first shop got shut down 100 grand strong from the dank, I gives a fuck now A daily operation, more than 40 grand a week And if they raise the profit, the Goldy man'll speak The rollers give a fuck about the niggas grindin dime sacks They always slap em up and scare em just to find where I'm at Shit, there was a time when I was a soldier on the block myself Now I'm stressin and I'm knowin now that I got my wealth Now I'm the man with the team that's worked with under me But I don't trust none of them fools as far as I can see I know I should cut em loose Cause if they get caught and have to do 5 they turn me in and settle for 2 Plus they're bringin me five g's a day I can't let em go, I'm stuck, so I gota hit my knees and pray Cause I'ma go out like I came in, a soldier And if I get corner shopped, you all be sayin I told ya And what I made is mine Fuck you hoes tryin to find where my safe is at You all get your face a smack I don't trust anybody I be one locked up or dead nigga with a hidden safe full of money [ CHORUS 1 & 2 ] The five-o, hoes and niggas know I can't give them my trust Cause if I turn my back on them They just might start to bust The five-o, hoes and niggas know I can't give them my trust Cause if I sleep, they'll creep on me And then I will be fucked Yeah, muthafucka Watch your backsides and your frontsides Don't trust any muthafuckin body You can't trust the white man You can't trust that janky bitch you're with You sho' nuff can't trust the next nigga Come up to the head, bra Get your money up Fuck ya |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Christmas Fantasy by Anita Baker |
 The Dangermen Sessions, Vol. 1 by Madness |
 Payback by Brownside |
 Take Me with You by Honey Cone |
 Lovers' Requiem by I Am Ghost |
