Trilogy Of Error

People underestimate the Real Live Life I fail, jake is on my tail VERSE 1 Watch yo' faggot ass clique get dropped Niggas wanna take what I got, they cultivatin a plot I got to let niggas know where I'm comin from, Duke I ain't a fluke, I go that extra mile for the loot My ill disposition, my demeanour gets meaner When it rains cocaine, it gets greener Hook it up, cook it up, a half a ki, I ain't a rookie Let's turn that white bitch to a motherfucking cookie We wanna be around for the breakdown, watch the shakedown Undercover clowns violate the town They wanna see our money grow And we can all make it happen if we keep a steady flow But niggas gots to be niggas, you know When money piles up, sheisty niggas get robbed up I fronted sonny some work A couple of weeks went by, then I noticed I was cold jerked We used to do that shit too But don't ever in your life fuck your own fucking crew Cos that's some low down shit And when I catch up with you, pussy, yo' ass is hit Chorus - X2 When the players get the cream, it spreads like a disease I started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's Niggas love to snitch, the jakes say, Freeze With friends like these, I don't need enemies VERSE 2 I bounced out of town quick just to make a fast lick Sit back, recline on some Big Willie shit The phone rings, it's my peoples on the other line Damn, you're the hardest nigga to find What's up, son What's goin on Ain't nothing The last time we conversed Word up, you had them burners goin off But now I hear you graduated And you're a big nigga now, a big cat, well-appreciated Well I got the work, you got the street Let's collaborate and make ends meet We can conquer the whole city And do the same damn thing like Capone and Nitty When we finally struck a deal This nigga started talkin crazy, now, this shit don't seem real He started talkin about how we caught his head stiff I'm sittin there, fucked up, with a lip split Now I'm lookin at the niggas he's with Undercover thugs with wire taps and bugs Now I'm goin up for life Another thoughtless motherfucker was livin trife Chorus VERSE 3 I had this short, thick red bone chick Sippin Cristal every day, her style was slick A dime piece, word is bond, just like one of the clique A motherfucking Mona Lisa but black, not your common trick She did just what I said From flippin ki's to pickin up G's to givin me head I used to kick back, relax like The Mack Now bet shorty's puttin G's in a game of blackjack I feel as though I'm the man Cos I'm about to get some pussy, plus I won 45 grand Now we out to the motel suite, copped a oz Now she 'bout to fuck a nigga to sleep We puffin lye, so I make sure the door is locked Then out from the closet, shit, niggas with they guns cocked The first thing I thought: Nigga, where's your gat Cos all they gonna do is kill me anyway, black I ducked like a pro, stayed low, bullets grazed my 'fro Before you know I was bustin holes to the dome I never thought she'd make me use my trigger You wanna know the rest, yo, check the sequel, nigga Chorus