4th Disciple - Trust Me lyrics

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)] Yeah, yeah, got me son? (yeah no doubt) You gonna hold me down on this one, kid (yea, no question) That's what I'm talkin' about You don't be believin' the sh** I be sayin' sometimes (n***a, go ahead wit That sh**) Don't be likin' that sh**, son, get on my nerves, son For real, you supposed to be my n***a, son, for real (I got you, son) Yo, yo (I got you), yo [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist] You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that You can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that Smack your a** wit the face of the gun, her a** crack Smack your a** wit the face of the gun, her a** crack [Chorus: 9th Prince] You can trust me on this, God, or trust me on that You can trust me on this, black, or trust me on that You can trust me on this, blood, or trust me on that Smack your b**h wit the front of the gat, her a** crack Smack your b**h wit the front of the gat, her a** crack [P.R. Terrorist] Smack your a** wit the a** of the chrome, the Spanish viking is home Recitin' poems, to leave your weak a** in the zone, home The kid's known, from my grain to the others Bust a shot for my brothers, still poppin' rubbers Keep a drop on the undercovers, and oversears wanna be us But still can't see us wit the heaters We got many of those, bullet holes left in your f**in' clothes Your f**in' foes'll froze, for leakin' out your mouth and nose I can't trust you, a year ago, almost had to bust you A bust due, makin' this CREAM just disgust you Gun scream, makin' this CREAM, it just digust you, yeah