F.T. - Don't Trust Anyone (remix) lyrics

Chorus x4: Don't trust anyone Ain't no one we can trust Verse 1: I wanna take it from starts and scrapes By high bars and gates This stars atapes Hungry n***as that's thug-relate Money-getters sniffin yards of yay Honey-hitters gettin charged all day R.I.P. to B.I.G. and Marvin Gaye Cause life's beyond critical So I can't be seen wich means I'm non-visible Son your aim with a firearm's pityfull You hit the wrong man and left his mobs miserable Criminals usin this moment to show What we distributin is potent My ludacriss slogans be havin shorties brutally copin I keep my pay collected and stay connected To get n***as to play my record And my name respected is the main objective I'm leavin foes crushed with no points On a dole night I'm so nice n***as that play heroes I give 'em cold cuts Adolescents packin Wessuns With solid crack professions He die from the mack's agression Instead a black depression Chorus x4 Verse 2: Well if you thinkin what I said was soft Watch the lead bust off And have you runnin like a chicken with his head cut off You're number one opponent Make sure them guns is loaded Before you find your sons extorted and unsupported If I'm not firin, I'm gettin higher yeah Motherf**ers is better off retirin And playin violins on isle-lands You're admirin my style cause it's quite vicious Smack b**hes like n***as smack n***as like b**hes Doin time for crime and facin Now your mind is wasted For tryin to shine with diamond bracelets Mad flavour, the bag lacer Take a pull of this sh** have you feelin like a dragracer Notice me, you ain't supposed to be attackin On global and locally I master it Lyrics is vocally immaculate n***as is totally inaccurate Packin iron for wreck A lot of these n***as is dyin vervexed But son, imagine havin lions for pets Smokin cess f**in any b**h you try to s** I'm thinkin long term, more than just byin a Lex I want the livest connect With each man in my fam high as the next Chorus 8x Business is business And even your peoples are playin for pape-papes So many snakes, punk b**hes and fakes, snitches and jakes