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E-40 lyrics : "Dusted 'n' Disgusted"

(feat. 2Pac, Spice 1, Mac Mall)
[E-40]
I'm really not all that sure

bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a ^!$$% with a grip
and hit his $$# quick with one of them whoops

(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a ^!$$%z %#@!
(Hey put that on sumthin)

I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to $#&@in work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted

them bustas 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 scuffled

(Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'll all be drunk
I'm heated, them ^!$$%z cheated, played me false
We had a meetin, %#@! 'posed to been squashed

I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick $$# (*##$, high yellow city-slicker

Scarecrow creepin Southern (*##$es, aka Posie #~!!@fictious

[Spice 1]

^!$$% been holdin guts, but %#@! on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material %#@!
that's when I get to killin %#@! (killin %#@!)

And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta $#&@ with savage thug
Pistol pop in they $$#, see ^!$$%z be gettin this twisted

It's that (*##$ that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven ^!$$%z bust in the room with AK's

while a ^!$$% be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that ^!$$%, that ^!$$% didn't make that money
Left them ^!$$%z jacked up, and the (*##$ she macked him
He's a busta, punk $$# ^!$$%, y'all know the streets

That's why that ^!$$% naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
(*##$es will kill, $#&@ a ^!$$%, out his last d-uh dollar bill

You don't know that hoe main that (*##$ can't be trusted
Dusted and di-mother$#&@in-sgusted


[Chorus: E-40]
Some cold hearted %#@!
Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted (*##$es
Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted

Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted %#@!
Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted

I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted ^!$$%
Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted

Dusted and disgusted

[E-40]

Let's let of some two or threes 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

try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and (*##$es be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my ^!$$% 'Pac


[2Pac]
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick

I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these (*##$es
I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin, this evil (*##$ is tryin ta set me up

Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my mother$#&@in chrome, only jealous ^!$$%z roam
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 hoe you know the $#&@in plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same

You could die over these (*##$es if you slippin in the game
^!$$%z gang bang, but (*##$es gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart ^!$$%
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted

(*##$es can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you $#&@in fool

(These hoes out here tryin to hold a ^!$$%'s heart
So a ^!$$% get his money $#&@ed with

Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these (*##$es upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if
a (*##$ ridin)

(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be $#&@in with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight $#&@ it, what you say Mall?
Ay, $#&@ them sheisty $$# bootches, ^!$$%)

[Mac Mall]

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the (*##$es is crooked and ^!$$%z jus don't give
a flyin $#&@, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have %#@! major
And a (*##$ won't save ya
so I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone

I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that $$#

[Spice 1]
Them hoes jacked that $$#
^!$$% woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your ^!$$% stash

Cuz he's a busta, ^!$$%z with clusters
Slippin in %#@!, betta jack that ^!$$% 'fore I jack his $$# (*##$
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy (*##$es, can't let them #~!!@ (*##$es

[E-40]
gank that $$#, betta hide your cash and check her fast

Pump your brakes ^!$$%, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, ^!$$%z comin up dead with they brains blew out on the $#&@in floor
damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one ^!$$% less
One ^!$$% less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West

Crushin the flesh, dem (*##$es played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted

[Chorus]

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