[Intro]
*We gonna do a song that you never heard before*
Yeah, street knowledge
Straight off the motherfuckin' streets of Trinity
For you listeners, check it

[Verse 1: Mike B.]
Don't you player hate me, ho
Man, I'm 'bout tired of this ho shit
I'm heartless out the garden, no n***a to fuck with
On the block with the stone (Yeah)
And them other ho's are jealous 'cause we bringin' more money home
I'm keepin' all of my player points
I get paid, on the cool, then sit back and smoke a joint
I know my mind ain't tight, D
If I ain't even got my cousin with the nerves to de-cite me (Ha)
And them n***as we was raised with, talkin' nonsense
'Cause they still had to rob and shit
Let's go to the memory lane, bone (Way back)
They was raised with a daddy, I was born without a home
My mama couldn't take care of me
I live my life day by day, on the clock, G
But that's life, shit, and it don't quit
Straight up, holmes (What's up man?)
I'm no n***a to fuck with
[Bridge]
Murder-rem a-mis a-murder-rem
Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem
A-miss-a murder-rem a-miss-a murder-rem
Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem, it's a

[Verse 2: D]
It has gotten to a point that I'm fed up with the bullshit
And the player hater punk clique
Everywhere I go, I feel myself bein' watched
So I pack a forty five just in case I'm busted
No need in lyin' sayin' I'm not paranoid
As another day approaches, I'm alive
I say thanks, god, and I'm a targeted man
When I step out on the scene they say "I wish I had your hands"
That's when I turn with silence
Never speakin' my mind 'cause it might be critical violence
Put my pride to the side and then I jet away
Thop a joint, take a pull, it's another day
It's a damn shame, these tricks
(And why you say that, D) Them n***as mad over a bitch
But them hoes don't do it their way anyway
Givin' up the cock, fillin' one day, pay day
The new school has made the players turn into haters
Traitors, and low down perpetrators
Step in the Garden, grab your gear with a full kit
(Yeah, you motherfuckers) I'm no n***a to fuck with
[Bridge]
Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass
Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pussy rassclaat
Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass
Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pussy rassclaat
Listen

[Verse 3: D]
In the ward, they say I'm soulful
I'm a hustler if you want it, I can get it in a dry drove
The jealous hearted are mad at D
But we all got five seasons, we can go out and get it, G
Stop makin' up those punk excuses (Yeah)
'Cause the game that you bring is defenseless and useless
Hey yo, I learnt a long time ago
Don't be a race lover (Ho), Columbians gotta go
When I was shackin' in the underground
My n***a Eazy and fought to hook me up say "They still down"
The rumor out on the streets (Yeah)
Was that I got thirty five in my appeal, yo, I couldn't beat
See, I'm supposed to be locked up, ha
But I ain't, you can tell by the bank that I stacked up
I ain't scared to go get it (So go and get it)
But the game has it's ups and downs
Make a punk quit it
You see, D is a die hard
As I'm thinkin' i'm-a send a peace shot to my n***a Floyd
Yeah, he tried to get it (Quick, too quick)
So add him to the list man (Add this to the list)
No n***a to fuck with
[Bridge]
All of them brothers do for test me test me
What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, a-miss-a
All of them brothers do for test me test me
What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, miss-a

[Verse 4: D]
Cartel is real, not a clique of gang or slang
Just some brothers carryin' and realizing
Togetherness equals love, not about a push or shove
Get it in gill, black, my bother full of wits
Cartel (No n***as to fuck with)