Trouble seems to catch a motherf**er with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, sh**'s gettin hard now
These motherf**in cops be plantin sh** on these n***as
Simply cause these n***as got bank accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no peace from u motherf**in rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherf**ers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherf**er, sweat me bout` dope sip
n***as just take your cut and get yo a** out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a co*k s**ing pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my sh**
Just because you ain't got sh**, b**h
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can f** with a million dolla n***a
They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo
Getting f**ed up in the gank hole
The only way you'll whip that motherf**er is when you whip that
Motherf**er
And we choke the motherf**er (Me Stuck the motherf**er!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherf**er. You dyin wit cha boots on.
Chorus: Put your foot in my sh** and let me try on your hood
Dyin wit cha boots on
Put your foot in my sh** and let me try on your hood
Yeah
Interlude(prison guard talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: f** that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
n***as getting caught, doin time so they snitchin
They pickin n***as up on funky suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questionin we think
And end up gettin hit wit the f**in kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them
Just because we're n***as and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners
They start bringin up sh** that happened back in 85
And then comes the largest jury b**h they f**in time
You might as well play the state
Cos you come to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the sh**
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this b**h, b**h
Lobbin wit cha white suit on
And dyin wit cha motherf**in boots on
Put ya foot in my sh** and let me try on ya hood