WC, CJ Mac - The Shadiest One lyrics
[WC, CJ Mac - The Shadiest One lyrics]
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 so briz-ight, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, nigga
I'm a walkin dead man
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, four hundred a zone
A hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
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 beepin
Where you at?
Close nigga
You just have tha cash right so we can ghost
Nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun us down
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
After we twist deez niggas
We gon twist some mo'
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackers
Player
Shit happens
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
(T'is da season to be
Jackin falalalala lalalala)
Made the exchange, it's strange
They ain't even check
Switched the suitcase and jet
We ain't stop to count da cash neither
Shit, nigga, I'mma leave it
Cause two a dem gas cans
Was fulla straight ether
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ab
Cuz baby need new shoes and
Daddy need a coupe
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
He set up da lick
Gave his ass ten-thousand
Thanked him n' shit
Told him 'Shut the fuck up'
Niggas try to sweat him
And not to take his ass out there
They bound to wet him
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 LA
I went and grabbed the AK
N' called my nigga CJ
(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!
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, aw Dub
What the fuck?!
CJ, don't trip, nigga
Dey just killed yo bitch
Left her bleedin' in the porch
Wit' screwdriver's in her head
Ransacked the house
Took the work and the money
I could see that shit
But why the fuck you so bloody?
They took the hundred thousand we
Stole plus two mo'
(right, right)
And if I know that nigga Bo
Bo, aw nigga, what part of 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
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
Reaches for my strap
And started dumpin' back
Nigga, life's a bitch and then you die
You only get one chance to check figures
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
I'll be damned if I let this
Nigga walk wit' da dough
Kill my homeboy, kill my ho?
Fire fo' rounds, hit him twice
Hit him in his stomach
See me vomit blood
Nigga eat slugs!
On my knees, I'mma 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
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'mma get that motherfucker
It's on!
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 so briz-ight, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, nigga
I'm a walkin dead man
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, four hundred a zone
A hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
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 beepin
Where you at?
Close nigga
You just have tha cash right so we can ghost
Nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun us down
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
After we twist deez niggas
We gon twist some mo'
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackers
Player
Shit happens
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
(T'is da season to be
Jackin falalalala lalalala)
Made the exchange, it's strange
They ain't even check
Switched the suitcase and jet
We ain't stop to count da cash neither
Shit, nigga, I'mma leave it
Cause two a dem gas cans
Was fulla straight ether
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ab
Cuz baby need new shoes and
Daddy need a coupe
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
He set up da lick
Gave his ass ten-thousand
Thanked him n' shit
Told him 'Shut the fuck up'
Niggas try to sweat him
And not to take his ass out there
They bound to wet him
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 LA
I went and grabbed the AK
N' called my nigga CJ
(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!
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, aw Dub
What the fuck?!
CJ, don't trip, nigga
Dey just killed yo bitch
Left her bleedin' in the porch
Wit' screwdriver's in her head
Ransacked the house
Took the work and the money
I could see that shit
But why the fuck you so bloody?
They took the hundred thousand we
Stole plus two mo'
(right, right)
And if I know that nigga Bo
Bo, aw nigga, what part of 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
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
Reaches for my strap
And started dumpin' back
Nigga, life's a bitch and then you die
You only get one chance to check figures
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
I'll be damned if I let this
Nigga walk wit' da dough
Kill my homeboy, kill my ho?
Fire fo' rounds, hit him twice
Hit him in his stomach
See me vomit blood
Nigga eat slugs!
On my knees, I'mma 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
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'mma get that motherfucker
It's on!