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Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards downGotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard nowThese motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggasSimply because these niggas got bank accounts that's biggerI just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollersEverytime I pull my Benz or what, 'cha pull me overI'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking Whitey's coke tipBlacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *?dope-sip*?Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my faceThe only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol caseUnless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shitJust because you ain't got shit, bitch!Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figureThat they can fuck with a million dollar niggaThey got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin IndoGettin fucked up in the gank-holeThe only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip thatmotherfuckerAnd we choke the motherfucker (Me stuck the motherfucker!)So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on[Chorus:](Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)Dyin wit'cha boots on(Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)Yeah[Interlude:(prison guard talking to inmate)][Guard:]Do you know how many years you're facing inside?25 to life and that's on the realSo you better snitch on your partner[Inmate:]Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myselfNiggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchinThey pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicionWe'll be goin down for some questioning we thinkAnd end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen sinkRacketeer and laundering, Kingpin wonderingIf they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of themJust because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarterWe sell each other albums, start frattin on our partnersThey start bringin up shit that happened back in '85And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!You might as well play the stateCos you come to day for dayAnd sellin out your homeboys ain't the shitCos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!Lobbin wit'cha white suits onAnd dyin wit'cha motherfuckin boots on(Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)more