Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty mother$#&@ers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's who?

^!$$%s want a piece of the pie, $#&@ off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush this

Loco, trooping $$# ^!$$% with the cash, %#@!
Mother$#&@ers 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 $$# 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


^!$$%, I want a fat pad, and fly $$# pool
Finest mother$#&@ing (*##$es, jewels

And all that %#@!, if I got to take it
From a ^!$$%


%#@!, 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 @@#!ed, I'm used to running with the glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%s moving weights

Can you relate?

Damn, what's up? I see you

Pushing that big time weight
I told you, I wasn't bull%#@!ting
You coming up, aight


When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you

Got respect for a man now
Handle your %#@!


Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
$#&@ 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 mother$#&@er
In the city Los Scandalous


Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket

$#&@ that nine to five bull%#@!, right?
Yeah, kick that %#@! to the curb


But you got to look out for the scandalous mother$#&@ers
'Cuz ^!$$%s is tricky than a mother$#&@er
Yeah, but mother$#&@ers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a ^!$$%


%#@!, set me up and ^!$$%s are gonna die
You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bull%#@!
I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'

Oh get the $#&@ out of here, stay, bust out man