Killafornia

Living in the city of the Scandalous Shisty motherf**kers can't even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust me that's who? Niggas want a piece of the pie, f**k off and die Jealous, envious fools want to rush this Loco, trooping a*s nigga with the cash, shit Motherf**kers just get your own, and leave mine alone Forty-five places to get done Send out your invitation to the party of your elimination I got peeps that play for keeps Now I'm laying your a*s down to sleep But every hustler wants to be bawling But I got the balls for the shot calling I pull strings, the don king Only in America Then I hustle, and flex my muscle Yeah, man, I've been out here Running game for eight years I know I'm getting tired of standing On this corner Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly a*s pool Finest motherf**king bitches, jewels And all that shit, if I got to take it From a nigga Shit, let him run for me then I can work for myself, don't have to Work for nobody I'll be my own hustler Where can I roam to get my hustle on Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the glock Nina Millimeter, lighting up the f**king block Now, who you gonna trust? Who can you trust? I don't know, but if you coming on my corner I think I'm gonna bust You can't handle us, devious, dangerous Criminal mentality, insanity I move weight, from state to state All the niggas moving weights Can you relate? Damn, what's up? I see you Pushing that big time weight I told you, I wasn't bullshitting You coming up, aight When I seen you three or four Months ago I told you Got respect for a man now Handle your shit Where can I choose to get my hustle on? In the alleyway, lighting up all night long f**k working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees Who can I trust? Who can you trust? Not that shady motherf**ker In the city Los Scandalous Well, well, little man came up a little bit It feels good having money in the pocket f**k that nine to five bullshit, right? Yeah, kick that shit to the curb But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**kers 'Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherf**ker Yeah, but motherf**kers got to look out for us too You know what I'm saying I'm just as shisty as a nigga Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bullshit I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo' Oh get the f**k out of here, stay, bust out man