[Chorus x4:] Don't trust anyone Ain't no one we can trust [Verse 1:] I wanna take it from starts and scrapes By high bars and gates This stars atapes
You ain't half as ill as the admirill You a crab for real nigga, grab your shield Rappers wanna kill me and blast me Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty While other
m the enchanted child Fuck That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off we bust back strapped ready for war [Chorus: Street Smartz] You when you hear
Back in the days there was this hoe, I knew before I had cash Down [???], brown skin, big titties, fat ass Until one day, I really started buggin this