Dusted N Disgusted Lyrics

I'm really not all that sure
'Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
What's the definition of a lick?
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin')
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt

Uhh, I never trusted them bustas shot him in the shirt
Dead on arrival
Now the town is funky
It's called survival
What y'all wanna do?
They got us scuffled
(Well if uhh, we can just uhh)
If "if" was a fifth we'll all be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches
Aka Posie Pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
That's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass
See niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga
That nigga didn't make that money left
Them niggaz jacked up
And the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
(And it's them cold hearted nigga)
Dusted 'n disgusted

Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me?
My future's lookin sick I'm in my rag hittin switches
I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, calllin', but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome?
Only jealous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone)
But I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin' plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang
But bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang
And put that pistol to your brain
If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger
Dusted 'n disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone
Everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash
Better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin in shit
Betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy bitches

Can't let them pussy bitches gank that ass (gank that ass)
Betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin floor
Damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest, pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
(And it's them cold hearted nigga)
Dusted 'n disgusted