WC, Lina Loi, Gangsta - Let’s Make a Deal lyrics

Let's take a trip

Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted
Straight homicider when I'm sick with it
I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim
Hands trembling
Cause I'm caught in the mix of the game
See I'm needing this nigga that got those
Mo' Chicken's to Roscoe's
Plus a direct with the Delgatos
Throw a tree, 14-9 a ki, and if I double that
Then I can get 28 off me
Now the clue to the tax
I'm slapping on the amount
Breaking em down
Letting the lil homies circle
Mouths for ounce
Gram for gram, touching all the fiends
Why not nigga, ain't that the american dream
Have money, fuck hoes, cut low-lows
Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo' hoes
Hey what can I say, it's the american way
I'm jacking for mill-i-ons
I'm loved from y'all to the Indians
From Columbus to the one time
They all corrupt
And they got Bush in office
So nigga we all fucked
Look, I gotta eat, so nigga fuck being nice
Shiiit, I'm trying to ball
Like Reverand Pryce
Call my nigga Gangsta (what's happenin)
What's cracking nigga, where you at

I'm on deck in the Midwest
With some ghetto stars
In a suite with one of
The homies in a rent-a-car
Fuck with me
We can all get blunted and fin hundred
Spoke sling-shots
And fitty cabs with ends on it
See, three or four hund, and a four month run
I got your back you got mine
Till the deal get done

Let's make a deal, time to take a trip
(Quanto Questro)
Let's take a trip (what they going for)

I got fifty in your hand when you land
So get here
Stop and drop, you won't have to sit here
Niggas is lined up, so keep mine tough
Back and fourth in freight-line trucks
14-9, gotta X out the middle man
Find out how much they'll charge
Us to get him here
Check six-hund and a six month run
Any nigga try to trip, whole shit get spun
Ain't nothing to it, but to do it (baby)
Staking paper to the ceiling like the
(eighties)
Ask Anesto, Quanto Qeusto
Tell him that we got a hundred thous
In a Benz or the Lexo

La la la la la la la la
I'm about to catch me a homicide

Ah naw Dub, we done cracked him fo sho glove
We gone build up our trust
Till they trust us with mo' drugs
Then, they gone wish they never knew us
Have em saying hathe pinche miatay, screw us
We called Anesto, at Texaco
Set up a meeting at Taco Mexico

(talking)