Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1)

I'm really not all that sure about when things is finna mature

So let me find me a **** with a grip

And hit his ass quick with one of them licks

(What's the definition of a lick?)

Takin' a ****'s shit (Ay, put that on somethin')

I'll put that on The Click, The Click

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

Time to do some dirt, uh, I never trusted them busters

Shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival

Now the town is funky, it's called survival

What y'all wanna do? They got us skunked

(Well, if we can just, uh)

If it was a fifth we'll all be drunk

I'm heated, them **** cheated, played me false

We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed

I noticed one kid what had a double dribble and set him up, y'all

She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball

Thick ass bitch, high yellow city slicker

Scarecrow creepin' Southern bitches, AKA Posie Pussyfictitious

**** gon' hold them guts, but shit on himself and a funky bill

Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit

That's when I get to killin' shit (Killin' shit)

And settin' 'em up and havin' him catchin' a couple of slugs

Slu-slu-slugs, tryna fuck with a savage thug

Pistol poppin' they ass, see **** be gettin' this twisted

It's that bitch that killed ya, took all your money, peeled ya

Seven **** bust in the room with AKs

While a **** be puttin' on his jimmy

All of a sudden they shoot up your nut sack

Before you can hit the broccoli

See money a made that ****, that **** didn't make that money

Left them **** jacked up and that bitch he mackin'

He's a buster, punk ass ****, don't know the streets

That's why that **** naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets

It's just the part of the game he didn't feel

Bitches will kill, fuck a **** out his last da-uh-dollar bill

You don't know that ho, man, that bitch can't be trusted

Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

(It's some cold-hearted shit)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do?

(Cold-hearted bitches)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

What y'all wanna do? I never trusted them busters

(It's some cold-hearted shit)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

I never trusted them busters

(And dust them cold-hearted ****)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

Dusted 'n' disgusted

Let's let off some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town

Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (Other side of town)

And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range

Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games

Droughts, ouch, lost clientele, but I will prevail

By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine trumps

Steel for steal narcotics

When it's funkin' season, bitches be the reason

Why the smoke be comin' up out the chop' with my **** Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick

I'm in my rag hittin' switches, I'm suspicious of these bitches

I keep on callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up

I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryna set me up

Came all alone, if it's on, then it's on

Bust my motherfuckin' chrome on these jealous ****' dome

It's a war zone (War zone)

But I'm a man, so with gun in hand, I'm on my way to see this ho

You know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the same

You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game

**** gangbang, but bitches gangbang, too

Give up that good thing when I put that pistol to your brain

If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart, ****

Any complications, pull the trigger

Dusted 'n' disgusted, bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules

They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

The California lifestyle that I live

Where the bitches is crooked and **** just don't give

A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on a Taylor

Bay Area playa tryna have shit major

And a bitch won't save you, so I ain't playin' Captain Save-a-Ho

I mob up in you like a Brougham and then I'm gone

I'm like Sylvester Stallone, every day is like a Cliffhanger

Action-packed, I let the mini-MAC sting you

Never let them hoes jack that ass

**** woulda got smokin' off that hash

Can't have my cash, better go and take your **** stash

'Cause he's a buster, **** with clusters, slippin' and shit

Better jack that **** 'fore I jack his ass, bitch

Never was no love for the mark ass, the lo pink (The lo pink)

He let them bootsee bitches gank

Can't let them bootsee bitches gank that ass

Better hide your cash and check her fast

Pump your brakes, ****, slow your roll, don't go too fast

'Cause bulletproofs ain't doin' no good

No more, no more, no more, no more

**** comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor

Damn, hollow points to the face, Teflons through the vest

Now r-uh-rest

Pull the plug on a flatline, no puh-ulse, one **** less

One **** less, from coast to coast, to the East, to the West

Fresh in the flesh, them bitches play the game of death

Look over your shoulder, watch your back, don't even trust it

I'm tryna told, you'll end up dusted

(It's some cold-hearted shit)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do?

(Cold-hearted bitches)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

What y'all wanna do? I never trusted them busters

(It's some cold-hearted shit)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

I never trusted them busters

(And dust them cold-hearted ****)

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

Dusted 'n' disgusted