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WC

"The Shadiest One"

(man)
Hey, n*gga, gimme some of them water and chip's, sh*t
(other man)
Lock 'em up, n*gga, lock 'em, bullsh*t
(man)
Hey, look, n*gga
Get out there, n*gga
These n*ggas ain't so briz-ight, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, n*gga
[Continues, indistinct]

[Verse 1: WC]
I'm a walkin dead man
f*ckin' wit deez out-a-town n*ggas
Got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
Pistol packin'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
See da plan was to make a transaction to match
Three calos, four hundred a zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, n*gga you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run

[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as f*ck
Burnin' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
He make this stop, better have 9 lives
n*gga beepin

[Man's Voice]
Where you at?

[CJ Mac]
Close n*gga
You just have tha cash right so we can ghost, n*gga
I never tell no
n*gga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun us down

[WC]
f*ck that, I dun dis sh*t befo'
After we twist deez n*ggas, we gon twist some mo'

(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town n*gga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, you f*ckin' wit some jackers, player
sh*t happens

[Hook: CJ Mac]
Don't f*ck wit a n*ggas cash
n*ggas blast, when it come to cash
n*ggas mash, on dat ass
Don't f*ck wit a n*ggas cash
n*ggas mash, on dat ass
Fo' a n*ggas cash, n*ggas blast

[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be jackin falalalala lalalala)

[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Made the exchange, it's strange, they ain't even check
Switched the suitcase and jet
We ain't stop to count da cash neither
sh*t, n*gga, I'mma leave it
Cause two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight ether

[WC]
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ab
To make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-n*gga loot [wooh!]
Cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe

[CJ Mac]
Call my n*gga, Fred, yo friend
He set up da lick
Gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' sh*t
Told him 'Shut the f*ck up', n*ggas try to sweat him
And not to take his ass out there, they bound to wet him

[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
Castrated on his porch, with his di*k in his mouth
What the f*ck? I know these n*ggas ain't here in L.A
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my n*gga CJ

{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez n*ggas (what?)
Hey CJ n*gga I just found this n*gga Fred f*cked up
(slow down, n*gga) on the porch (Fred?)
Hey n*gga it's goin' down
Hey n*gga meet me at cho b*tch spot, n*gga (what?)
f*ck that, let's bring these in hea
f*ck these n*ggas!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
sh*t my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (f*ck that)
How da f*ck they found where Fred stay
They ain't never been out there, aw Dub, what the f*ck?!

[WC]
CJ, don't trip, n*gga, dey just killed yo b*tch
Left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
Ransacked the house, took the work and the money

[CJ Mac]
I could see that sh*t, but why the f*ck you so bloody?

[WC]
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
And if I know that n*gga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}

[CJ Mac]
Bo, aw n*gga, what part of the game
You didn't know that motherf*ckas name!
First you found Fred dead, then you found my b*tch wit her wig split
n*gga I ain't stupid, you did that sh*t

[Gunshot]
Motherf*cka shot me in my shoulda
Reaches for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots continue}

[WC]
n*gga, life's a b*tch and then you die
You only get one chance to check figures, trust no n*gga
Shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
f*ck this 50-50 sh*t, this is where we depart

[CJ Mac]
I'll be damned if I let this n*gga walk wit' da dough
Kill my homeboy, kill my ho?
Fire fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
See me vomit blood
n*gga eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}

[WC]
On my knees, I'mma see da bust back, f*ck that
Somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
Ain't no rules to dis sh*t, we jackers
Ain't no love in this game, mothaf*cka, sh*t happens

[Hook x2]

I feel sorry, n*gga
Just like every dog has his day
Every loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my n*gga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some sh*t like that to me, n*gga
It ain't nothin' (hu, hu)
It ain't nothin'
It's goin' down
I'mma get that motherf*cker
It's on!

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